| I hear the drizzle of the rain
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| Like a memory it falls
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| Soft and warm continuing
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| Tapping on my roof and walls
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| And from the shelter of my mind
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| Through the window of my eyes
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| I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
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| To England where my heart lies
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| My mind’s distracted and diffused
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| My thoughts are many miles away
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| They lie with you when you’re asleep
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| And kiss you when you start your day
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| And the song I was writing is left undone
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| I don’t know why I spend my time
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| Writing songs I can’t believe
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| With words that tear and they strain to rhyme
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| And so you see I have come to doubt
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| All that I once held as true
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| I stand alone without belief
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| The only truth I know is you
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| And as I watch the drops of rain
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| Weave their weary paths and die
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| I know that I am like the rain
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| There but for the grace of you go I I hear the drizzle of the rain |