| Here comes the rain
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| On fenced courtyards
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| Here comes the shade
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| On dead-end ways
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| Here comes the grey
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| To dim the colors
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| Here comes the cold
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| To wake the pain
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| It’s hard to live in silent corners
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| Weary leaves
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| And crooked stalks
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| Flowers bow
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| Towards the light
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| So I do
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| Out of shape, out of sight
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| Calm! |
| It’s alright they say
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| Calm! |
| you’re straight on your way out
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| Calm’s the last things I fel
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| 'cause what is too calm seems to be unreal
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| Yet down inside
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| Seas are raging
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| One tear and hell shall burst
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| Cold tearing and grey as lead
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| I push it back as I bend my head
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| And keep on standing
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| If I’m here tomorrow, God, don’t let it be raining
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| An abandoned bone
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| Lone, dead, shabby
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| One doomed man
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| Who can’t give up One croked flower
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| That still wants to live
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| I clutch at my last hour
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| At the restless sea
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| Calm! |
| It’s alright they say
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| Calm! |
| you’re straight on your way out
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| Calm’s the last things I feel
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| 'cause what is too calm seems to be unreal
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| Yet down inside
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| Seas are raging
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| One tear and hell shall burst
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| Cold tearing and grey as lead
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| I push it back as I bend my head
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| And keep on standing
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| If I’m here tomorrow, God, don’t let it be raining
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| Calm! |
| It’s alright they say
|
| Calm! |
| you’re straight on your way out
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| Calm’s the last things I feel
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| 'cause what is too calm seems to be unreal
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| Yet down inside
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| Seas are raging
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| One tear and hell shall burst
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| Cold tearing and grey as lead
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| I push it back as I bend my head
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| And keep on standing
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| Though I know well there’s no way back in And the world out here keeps on turning
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| Am I too far behind
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| I raise my hand but can’t say farewell
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| Just as long as tides keep on turning
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| Until tomorrow if there’s tomorrow for me… to live |