Captured in a photograph
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In black & white
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Her hair brushes her shoulders
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as she leans to turn out the light
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She's warm and you can feel her
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But she can't feel you
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No she's just too numb to move
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Captured in a photograph
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Without a frame
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I see you standing tall
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But I see no face to blame
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And did she say she loved you
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Well you know that's really nice
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Because they say that when she cries
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Her tear drops turn they turn to ice
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Let her feel the rain
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Won't you let her feel again
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Feeling through the pain
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Won't you let her feel the rain
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upon her face
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Let her feel the rain
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Won't you let her feel the rain
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upon her face.
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Captured in a photograph
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Inside her eyes
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She'll wrap you in her blanket
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And then she'll tell you some lies
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And you will kneel before her
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At her altar in the trees
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Because they say no matter who you are
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She'll bring you to your knees.
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Let her feel the rain...
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Let Her Feel The Rain
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Tara MacLean |