Can't help it if I have a widower's heart
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Tried to get out of bed but I can't seem to start
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When I hit the road it was freezing and dark
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I hope that it's warmer wherever you are
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I turned to say I'm sorry and I tried to explain
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But the room it was empty and bitter and drained
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No songs from the angels, no blood in my veins
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Could ever replace you and here I remain
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Oh, rain.
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
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New York was a rough place that suited me well
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You bragged of religion and put me through hell
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Maybe I'm better off, maybe it's hard to tell
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When I left you were sleeping through trumpets and bells
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Oh, rain.
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
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Just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine
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But it's echoes and glimpses of beautiful times
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I'm sure it's much harder on your end than mine
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If you ever pass through here I'm not hard to find.
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Oh, rain.
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
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Oh, rain.
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Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
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Widower's Heart
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Trampled By Turtles |