we're caught inside i feel around you.
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there's no more light to pelt and melt the windows
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...and i'll never drop the anchor
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if you'll never stop the rain...
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and as she descends
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her soldiers to try and win me over
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i feel the sin, of feet washing frosted windows
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... and i'll never drop the anchor
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if you'll never stop the rain
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and we'll never have to feel
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anything else again.
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for once in the scene i can dream all the flowers in bloom
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this garden will stay here and hold me for sister moon.
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the higher we fly to her worship the crying monsoon
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don't let it end
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'cause my sin is just beginning
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i need you here
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i need you to help me
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i'll never drop the anchor
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if you'll never stop the rain
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...and we'll never have to feel anyone else again.
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now cry down, monsoon...
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Monsoon
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Caroline's Spine |