| As the rain pours down
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| Washes out my thoughts of you
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| And the hurling sound
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| It’s wallows up your name
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| Iconoclast, the hidden past you left before you came
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| You charmed my darkest hour
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| It’s close again and things are not the same
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| I remember you, you’re the one who came
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| Crawling from the past, like a falling flame
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| Did you hold it down, or give yourself away
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| Did you hold it back, or open up the gates
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| To call a flood to sweep it up
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| Or drown it in the rain
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| I remember you, you’re the one who came
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| Falling from the past, like a falling flame
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| I never chose to be this way, to be alone
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| There never was another choice, there never was
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| As the rain pours down
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| Washes out my thoughts of you
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| And the hurling sound
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| It’s wallows up your name
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| I remember you, you’re the one who came
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| Falling from the past, like a falling flame
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| I remember you, I remember you
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| Like a falling flame, like a falling flame
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| I remember you, I remember you… |