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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