| Lids that close and time that slows the rapid eye
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| There is no dreaming in the grave
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| You’ll never look into those eyes again
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| In this world, in this world
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| So bend your head
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| The way that flowers bend their heads
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| I’ll pour upon it my love like rain
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| Bend your head
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| The way that flowers bend their heads
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| Love has died
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| But love is gonna live again
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| People change and they turn strange and so will I
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| It makes no odds how we behave
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| We’ll never work out how to live in peace
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| In this world, with this world
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| So bend your head
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| The way that flowers bend their heads
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| I’ll pour upon it my love like rain
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| Love has died but love is gonna live again
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| I’ll pour upon it my love like rain
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| In a place where flowers rot and die
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| In a place where truth lies down and shacks up with the lie
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| There is still you, there is still you
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| And longer than this life gives life to you
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| Bend your head
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| The way that flowers bend their heads
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| I’ll pour upon it my love like rain
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| Love has died but love is gonna live again
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| I’ll pour upon it my love like rain
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| My love like rain, my love like rain, my love like rain |