| Woke up one morning half asleep
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| With all my blankets in a heap
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| And yellow roses scattered all around
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| The time was still approaching four
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| I couldn’t stand it anymore
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| Saw marigolds upon my eiderdown
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
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| So I lay upon my side
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| With all the windows open wide
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| Couldn’t pressurize my head from speaking
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| Hoping not to make a sound
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| I pushed my bed into the grounds
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| In time to catch the sight that I was seeking
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
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| If this perfect pleasure has to be
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| Then this is paradise to me
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| If my pillow’s getting wet
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| I don’t see that it matters much to me
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| I heard the flowers in the breeze
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| Make conversation with the trees
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| Relieved to leave reality behind me
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| With my commitments in a mess
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| My sleep has gone away depressed
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| In a world of fantasy you’ll find me
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain making the garden grow
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| I’m just sitting watching flowers in the rain
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| Feel the power of the rain keeping me good
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| Watching flowers in the rain
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| Power in the rain
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| Oh, flowers in the rain
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| Flower power in the rain
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| Powerful, flowerful rain
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| Flowerful, powerful, flowerful rain |