| It’s raining again
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| I’m hearing its pitter patter down
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| It’s wet in the street
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| Reflecting the lights and splashing feet
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| Nowhere to go
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| And nothing I have to do, have to do
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| It’s raining again
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| I follow the Christmas lights down town
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| I’m leaving the flow
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| Of people walking all around
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| Round and round
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| I hear the sound of rain falling in my ears
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| Washing away the weariness like tears
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| I can feel my troubles running down
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| Disappear into the silent sound
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| Just walking along
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| My clothes are soaked right through to the skin
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| I haven’t a doubt, that this is what life is all about
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| The sun and the rain
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| Scraps of brain washing down the drain
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| I feel the rain falling on my face
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| I can say there is no better place
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| Than standing up in the falling down
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| In so much rain I could almost drown
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| It’s raining again
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| A crack in the clouds reveals blue skies
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| I’ve been feeling so low (low)
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| But now everything is on my side
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| The sun and the rain
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| Walk with me fill my heart again
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| I hear the rain falling in my ears
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| Washing away the weariness like tears
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| I can feel my troubles running down
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| Disappear into the silent sound
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| I feel the rain falling on my face
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| I can say there is no better place
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| Than standing up in the falling down
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| In so much rain I could almost drown
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| Do de do do de do do do
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| Do de do de do de do do do |