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Summer morning rain, |
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Summer morning rain on my windowpane |
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It plays the sad old melody of our times |
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Some are born to love, |
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Some are born to carry a Tommy gun |
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There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by |
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Summer morning rain, |
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Summer morning rain feels so far away |
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So far away in the saddest winter of our lives |
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Some are born to sin, |
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Some are born to die in the open wind |
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There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by |
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Oooh, that's the kind of love I want |
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Oooh, that's the kind of love I want |
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Summer morning rain, |
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Summer morning rain makes it all ok |
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Play your sad old timpani on my mind |
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Some are born to drum |
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Some are born, baby, to carry a Tommy-gun |
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There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by |
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There'll come a time when these troubles have all gone by |
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Summer morning rain, |
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Summer morning rain, |
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Summer morning rain makes it all ok. |
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Summer morning rain. |
