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Wandering through the back roads
And the rain comes rushing down
To resolve your love
For this man in his twenties
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
Climbing up the backstairs
There's a chill wind in the air
I wrap up from the cold
Pull the blinds in the window
Who was there?
Was it you?
Or am I just dreaming?
Look at all the lonely people
Walking miles around the town
I can see the old cathedral
But I have to play it down
Boats along the river
Setting up their sails
And life carries on as normal
Although you're not around
Waiting at the bus stop
Laughing off the rain
Shaking their umbrellas
Till it starts again
Flowers in the water
Floating off downstream
Paper in the gutter
Blowing in the breeze
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Or am I just dreaming?
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