Lids that close and time that slows the rapid eye
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There is no dreaming in the grave
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You'll never look into those eyes again
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In this world, in this world
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So bend your head
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The way that flowers bend their heads
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain
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Bend your head
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The way that flowers bend their heads
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Love has died
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But love is gonna live again
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People change and they turn strange and so will I
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It makes no odds how we behave
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We'll never work out how to live in peace
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In this world, with this world
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So bend your head
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The way that flowers bend their heads
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain
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Love has died but love is gonna live again
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain
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In a place where flowers rot and die
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In a place where truth lies down and shacks up with the lie
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There is still you, there is still you
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And longer than this life gives life to you
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Bend your head
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The way that flowers bend their heads
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain
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Love has died but love is gonna live again
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I'll pour upon it my love like rain
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My love like rain, my love like rain, my love like rain
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Pour My Love
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Marillion |