| I hear the sirens calling. |
| It’s Saturday night again
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| Outside the stars are falling
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| Smells like rain on the edge of lightening
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| Distant thunder — I remember…
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| Far from these city streets, my heart beats a distant memory
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| Of children in the silos
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| Ribboned highways where the corn grows
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| Skyscraper high, I close my eyes
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| And time stands still
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| It’s the magic of the heart
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| Tonight you will be lying in my arms
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| The memory is always the same
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| After the rain, after the rain
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| After the rain
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| Sometimes the walls are papered
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| With the sound of neighbor’s loving in the night
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| And I feel the heat rising from the street
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| Years go by here inside
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| Rain blows against the window
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| Echoes through this empty room of mine
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| A picture on the dresser smiles at me as I read your letters
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| Line by line, I close my eyes
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| And time stands still
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| It’s the magic of the heart
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| Tonight you will be lying in my arms
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| The memory is always the same
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| After the rain, after the rain
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| After the rain
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| It’s a restless moon traveling through the clouds
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| And it shines on me, like it shines on you
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| And for a while, we cross the miles
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| And time stands still
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| It’s the magic of the heart
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| Tonight you will be lying in my arms
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| The memory is always the same
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| After the rain, after the rain
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| After the rain |