| As the rain it flooded the underpass
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| And the light from the restaurant hit her face in a way
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| That made me wish that she would stay
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| And her make-up ran in a little black river
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| Over pores and years and loves withered
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| I’m a simple man but I know this much
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| Joy in a woman is as good as her touch
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| I’m a faulted man, I’ve lied and I’ve stolen
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| Felt the heaviness of guilt and the loneliness of withholding
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| Know a good woman can’t change all in this heart
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| But by hell or high water it’s a pretty good start
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| Rain
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| Rain won’t wash this away
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| Cos a storm won’t rise when you’re caught in the eye
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| Came down this road with nowhere to go
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| But rain won’t wash this away
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| Made a new life it was simple and small
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| Days would pass and no-one would call
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| But at night I’d lay and I’d pray
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| That all that had brought me here
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| Might fall away
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| There’s no rose petals scattered over this bed
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| No fifty red roses to lay down your head
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| Oh for the time I wished that you said
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| Come on home man home to my bed
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| Rain
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| Rain won’t wash this away |
| Cos a storm won’t rise when you’re caught in the eye
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| Came down this road with nowhere to go
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| But rain won’t wash this away |