| One thing I got, a got a lot to give you
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| Flowers and pods start coming from my garden
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| Sure got a lot, a lot of things to sing you
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| Come grab a spot and sit beside my window
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| Well I’ve seen rain
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| Seen it coming and it came
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| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame
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| Well I’ve seen rain
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| Seen it coming and it came
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| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame
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| Somethings are not the things that last forever
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| Time never stops, she travels on in mystery
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| Sun follows slow on heels of stormy weather
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| Here shines a light, it’s coming through the window
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| Well I’ve seen rain
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| Seen it coming and it came
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| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame
|
| Well I’ve seen rain
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| Seen it coming and it came
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| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame
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| One thing I got, I got a lot to give you
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| Flowers and pods start coming from my garden
|
| Sure got a lot, a lot of things to sing you
|
| Come grab a spot and sit beside my window
|
| Well I’ve seen rain
|
| Seen it coming and it came
|
| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame
|
| Well I’ve seen rain
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| Seen it coming and it came
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| And I feel cold against the pain, against your frame |