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Even though we know, yeah |
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We know |
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Our time has almost come |
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We're all overdue |
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Can there be a place to call our own? |
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Can there be a road that takes us home? |
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We toe the line (toe the line) |
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We go along (we go along) |
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We toe the line |
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To you now |
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When it rains it pours |
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Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves |
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The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets |
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But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore |
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The city piece by piece |
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And then the clouds gave way as if to agree |
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When it rains it pours |
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The mystery unknown now unfolds |
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The life that we once owned, first bought, then sold |
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Like messengers of war, we've no control |
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To oceans unexplored |
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This ship sails through |
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We toe the line (toe the line) |
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We go along (we go along) |
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We toe the line |
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To you now |
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When it rains it pours |
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Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves |
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The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets |
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But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore |
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The city piece by piece |
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And then the clouds gave way as if to agree |
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When it rains it pours |
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It pours |
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(It pours) |
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When it rains it pours |
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When they die we mourn |
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When it hit, we swore |
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Now we want not more |
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Like a saint re-born |
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Like a rose in a storm |
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Like a child un-born |
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A child un-born... |
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It's the coin we're tossing into the well |
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It's misfortune that we could not foretell |
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It's the dry spell |
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When it rains it pours |
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Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves |
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The rivers flood the banks and spill into the streets |
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But the people laughed and swore that they'd restore |
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The city piece by piece |
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And then the clouds gave way as if to agree |
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When it rains it pours |
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It pours |
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When it rains it pours |
