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cant help it if i have a widowers heart

i tried to get out of bed but i cant seem to start

 when i hit the road it was freezing and dark

 i hope that its warmer wherever you are

 i said I was sorry and turned to explain

the room it was empty and bitter and drained

 no songs from the angels no blood in my vein

could ever replace you and here i remain

oh rain

come wash me and keep me and take me away

new york was a rough place that suited me well

you bragged of religion it put me through hell

 maybe im better off maybe its hard to tell

 and i left you asleeping through trumpets and bells

oh rain

come wash me and keep me and take me away

 one moment of peace that would suit me so fine

its echos and glimpses of beautiful times

im sure its much harder on your end then mine

 if you ever pass through here im not hard to find

oh rain

come wash me and keep me and take me away