| When it rains
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| Will you think of me
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| Will you wander off into your head
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| Shield your eyes from everything you said
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| Would remain, when I fall asleep
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| And wake up to someone else instead
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| Like you were never really here, in the first place
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| Never really here, in the first place
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| Like you were never really here
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| If anything goes
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| If anything goes
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| If anything goes
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| If anything goes then why won’t you come to me
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| I wrote you in prose, but you never seemed to read
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| Ghost in my heart and monster in the streets
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| I met you under a dying olive tree
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| I miss picking you up, wherever you are
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| And taking you with me wherever i want
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| I miss picking you up, wherever you are
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| And taking you with me wherever i want
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| When it rains
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| Will you think of me
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| Will you think of all the things you said
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| With your hands crossed tied around my neck
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| Babe the pain
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| The way you let me bleed out
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| Did I dream or was I being blind
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| Did I die or is this making it out alive
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| Did I dream or was I being blind
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| Did I die or is this making it out alive
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| I miss picking you up, wherever you are
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| And taking you with me wherever i want
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| I miss picking you up, wherever you are
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| And taking you with me wherever i want |