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• Artiste: Profits (The)
• Titre: London Rain
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Its funny how the smile in your eyes Is slowly fading with the last days in July The year is drowning like the calendar grows thin You'll sail away again with your back against the wind When the cold wind blows you're gone And I will hold me head again But you can't run from the truth Of London rain Please send me beaches when my world is cold and weak And press me flowers in the pages of the diaries you keep It still won't fill the spot beside me in the bed where you sleep As the calendar repeats When the cold wind blows you're gone And I will hold me head again But you can't run from the truth Of London rain Say it like you mean it A last look of summer on your face I swear I'll believe that someday you will stay I can take or leave it, I'll take it anywhere with you. Last rains are falling on the first days of June