I used to hear the melody
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The voice only I know
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The rhythm and the rain
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Beating down my window
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It's clear to me that I can see
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Through each and every pain
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That I grew up and I forgot
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To feel the way again
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I've been lost by the city
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Drowned by the sea
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I've been up on the rooftops
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Still I'm caving in
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You can scream bloody murder
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Loud as you want
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I'm not listening now
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Sing me something
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To bring me down
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Cos I can't find anything
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Like that town
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I don't need it anymore
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Oooohhh
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I let my heart break in the broadfields
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It's the look between the fences
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My hand unto the bridge
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I swore that I would understand
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The whispers in the trees
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But the older I got
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The more I felt at loss
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Now I'm run through with rut
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Covered in frost
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I had wondered so low
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Now that I'm here
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I just wanna go home
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Sing me something
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To bring me down
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Cos I can't find anything
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Like that town
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I don't need it anymore
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Oooohhh
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I let my heart break in the broadfields
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Rain! Rain! Rain!
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Carry me home
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Wash away the...
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Pain! Pain!
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Shame that I've come to know
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Rain! Rain! Rain!
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Carry me home
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Wash away the...
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Pain! Pain!
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Shame that I've come to know
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I think that it's time
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I think that it's time
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I don't know.
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Broadfields
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Young Guns |