| Heard a siren late last night
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| You must have felt me shiver
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| Shaken by a wave of fright
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| That you calm with a whisper
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| And fear gave way to better things
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| Like a warm summer and sweeter dreams
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| Like a warm spring rain, on a roof above;
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| The way you call my name, when we make love
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| While the world outside my window goes insane
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| You’re here to remind me, a few good things remain
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| When living leaves my pride bruised up
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| I’m fragile as a feather
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| The storms of life just won’t let up
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| You’re like a change of weather
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| When dust settles on my dreams
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| You wash them clean
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| Like a warm spring rain, on a roof above;
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| The way you call my name, when we make love
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| While the world outside my window goes insane
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| You’re here to remind me, a few good things remain
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| While the world outside my window goes insane
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| You’re here to remind me, a few good things remain
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| You’re here to remind me, a few good things remain |