| Should the rain fall after this
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| It’ll leave no color on the things I miss
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| The clouds are empty now inside of me And in a way somehow I am free
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| Another mountain there to climb
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| But I won’t look back just to see where I turned blind
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| Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
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| This is my goodbye to that little thing
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| Well, it takes no color by the winter snow
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| Takes no light where the sunshine flows
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| Takes no damage by the stones I throw
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| Takes no distance out of this lonely road
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| Has no taste of the wine that’s flowed
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| Takes no color of green where the spring explodes
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| Takes no red where the leaves fill the road
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| And it has no face, got no face that I know
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| Should the rain fall after this
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| It’ll leave no color on the things I miss
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| Goodbye love, you almost broke my wings
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| This is my goodbye to that little thing
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| Well, it takes no color by the winter snow
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| Takes no light where the sunshine flows
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| Takes no damage by the stones I throw
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| Takes no distance out of this lonely road
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| Has no taste of the wine that’s flowed
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| Takes no color of green when spring explodes
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| Takes no red where the leaves fill the road
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| And it has no face, well, it has no face
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| Got no face that I know
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| Should the rain fall after this
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| Should the rain fall after this, after this
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| Should the rain fall
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| Should the rain fall
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| Should the rain fall
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| Should the rain fall
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| After this, after this, after this |