| from the shelter of your home
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| as you walk into the rain
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| send a message that ya know she’ll hear
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| though she’s so far away
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| even though ya have been wrong before
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| she’ll hear ya now
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| ya know she will
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| but ya don’t know how
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| from the shelter of the rain
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| as you walk into the tube
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| as you think of her ya wonder
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| if she thinks about you too
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| even though you’ve waited so long
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| to see the day
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| when she will turn to you again
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| so long my friend, is what you say
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| and I don’t know why ya feel so bad
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| where is the life ya once had?
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| and still this horrid feeling
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| grows and grows the way ya want it to
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| even though you’ve waited so long
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| to see the day
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| when she will turn to you again
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| so long my friend, is what you say
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| and I don’t know why ya feel so bad
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| where is the life you once had?
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| and still this horrid feeling
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| grows and grows the way ya want it to
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| you’re a fool though
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| why ya feel so bad?
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| where is the life you once had?
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| and still this hollow feeling
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| grows and grows the way ya want it to |