| Once in morning contemplation, soft rain conversation. |
| Fallin' softly on my pain
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| And far away a bittersweet refrain, keeps a-callin' me
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| It was in the early Spring, hills alive with rushin' springs. |
| Your picture
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| hangin' on my wall
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| Same expression since last Fall. |
| It keeps a-hauntin' me
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| You said you had it figured out in your pretty little head. |
| Politics and tricks
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| and all them things you said
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| But I told you then and I’ll tell you now
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| It’s gonna come down on you. |
| It’s gonna come down on you
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| I like to wake up in the morning with your thoughts about me
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| Shinin' like the sun on your mountain tops of love
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| I’d like to reach you in that cold black temple you’ve been building
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| But I know it’s gonna come down on you
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| It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna come down on you. |
| Come down on you
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| It’s gonna, it’s gonna, it’s gonna come down on you. |
| Come down on you |