| Rain comes from the east one night
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| We watch it come
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| To hang like beaded curtains
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| Till the morning sun
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| Water dripping from our clothes
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| You with raindrops on your nose
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| Ask me sadly «Please don’t go away now»
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| Till the rain is done, I say
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| «I'll stay now»
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| Rain outside but inside we don’t mind at all
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| Shadows by the fire slowly climb and fall
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| Kisses fade and leave no trace
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| Whispers vanish into space
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| The dawn will send me on a chase to nowhere
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| Why cry as if I were the first to go there
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| And I know I shouldn’t be here
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| Yes, I know I should go home
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| But that eastern rain drones in my brain
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| And I’m so all alone, so all alone
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| Morning comes up from the east
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| We watch it come
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| And far away now rolls the ancient rain God’s drum
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| You with daybreak in your eyes
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| Afraid to speak for telling lies
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| I watch you search for some reply to lend me
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| But when the rain is done
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| There’s no pretending
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| And I know I shouldn’t be here
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| Yes, I know I should go home
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| But that eastern rain drones in my brain
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| And I’m so all alone, so all alone |