| Some days the rain may fall
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| And stall the plans you made and all will seem a waste
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| But do you come around
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| Trees are falling endlessly
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| You’ll find that you are a little more to me
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| The highest times the greatest falls
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| The rhyming lines of past will soon distort
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| I’d call for help but I am fine
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| The blinding rain was only in my thoughts
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| And all the memories will fade, and time will breathe again
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| Of that I’m sure
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| My soul is hurt but it remains
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| And answers come from more than strains of thoughts
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| And I am home inside my skin
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| And trust was all I needed to begin
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| I am alone besids the wind
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| But calm are those who’v answered from within
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| Some days the rain may fall and stall the plans you made
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| And all will seem a waste
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| But do you come around
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| Trees are falling endlessly
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| You’ll find that you are a little more to me
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| But you are coming round
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| You are coming round |