| Regrets, yes I have many
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| But none so great as spurning your love
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| For how sweet, how sweet your love would be
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| As fierce as fire, as tender as dew
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| So let the rain fall
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| Crashing on me
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| And blind my eyes
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| For the love I can’t feel
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| Take a sound, don’t you wait, don’t be hurried
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| Make a sign, don’t be late, don’t you worry now
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| Sometimes, I would have you close to me
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| And take the path that leads to the sea
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| In the dark our eyes would meet at last
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| And on your lips, the words I must flee
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| So let the rain fall
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| Crashing on me
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| And blind my eyes
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| For the love I can’t feel
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| Take a sound, don’t you wait, don’t be hurried
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| Make a sign, don’t be late, don’t you worry now
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| So let the rain fall
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| Crashing on me
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| And blind my eyes
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| For the love I can’t feel
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| Pulling out while the doubts loom above me
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| Shouting out in the dark for you to love me
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| Cutting life from the hopes of an outstretched hand
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| Regrets, our secret cemeteries
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| Where loves and loss are silently lain
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| The dream is fading faster now
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| And soon you’ll skip beyond my recall |