| she picks her flowers in the garden
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| paints her toenails candy red
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| after five she pours herself a glass of wine
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| as she´s thinking, so this is it
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| california makes her lonely
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| talking to the friends back home
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| but she knows it´s just a passing cloud of gray
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| shes right here were she belongs
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| it´s allright, it´s allright
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| it´s ok, it´s ok
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| she´s a flower waiting for the rain
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| she runs the canyon in the morning
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| and smells the dusty yellow sand
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| brings home a coffee from the countrystore
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| before she turns left on wonderland
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| touching the skyline in the evening
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| with a humble healing hand
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| and reflections from the headlights of the cars
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| among the fallen angels and shooting stars
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| it´s allright, it´s allright
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| it´s ok, it´s ok
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| she´s a flower waiting for the rain
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| and in time, and in time
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| winds will change, winds will change
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| she´s a flower waiting for the rain
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| she prays for scilence in the night time
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| a perfect place to be alone
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| she´s looking up at the sky
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| and wishing for the rain to come down
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| and she´s waiting for the rain, looking for a sign,
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| walking on the slippery memories made of ice
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| being a survivour for a day
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| and she´s looking for a way out, letting go
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| leaving all the random thoughts
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| cuz there aint no point in crying anyway
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| and she´s waiting for the rain to just come down
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| to just calm down |