| The sound of the pain
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| I can’t stand the rain
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| A lovers wrath
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| Constant drip and drop
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| Now you come down St. Andrew
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| Ringing that bell I can’t deny you
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| And I’m always falling when you come calling
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| Always falling when you come calling
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| On my door that drip and drop
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| Ticktickity tock like a lovers clock
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| And now there’s always a chance of rain
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| In my day there is always now a chance of rain
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| We both aren’t the same
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| Shelter far away
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| But that look on your face
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| Brings me back to this place
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| Now you come down St. Andrew
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| Ringing that bell I can’t deny you
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| And I’m always falling when you come calling
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| Always falling when you come calling
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| On my door that drip and drop
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| Ticktickity tock like a lovers clock
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| And now there’s always a chance of rain
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| In my day there is always now a chance of rain
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| Now you come down St. Andrew
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| Ringing that bell I can’t deny you
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| And I’m always falling when you come calling
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| Always falling when you come calling
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| On my door that drip and drop
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| Ticktickity tock like a lovers clock
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| And now there’s always a chance of rain
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| In my day there is always now a chance of rain
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| Chance of
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| There is always
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| Tick Tock, Tick Tock |