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Roxette » The Rain |
roxette - the rain
I was raised the northern way and my
Father had a northern name, i did my
Crying out in the pouring rain. and a
Season turned into another one, i found
A heart bright like the morning sun. he
Touched my lips, so softly, with his fingertips.
But i kept the rain falling down on me
All the time, all the time. i kept the rain
Falling down on me all the time, all the time.
And some things in life won
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