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27.4.03 

i broke his heart in the rain
he said, you're the best i've ever known
i said, i don't want to see you again
i broke his heart in the rain

do you know me?
i'm an angel
the perfect woman
(or at least that's what he said)
and i held his hand
as we both went numb
oh, but it
wasn't fast enough

i said, this is not the way i planned
he said, you've been runing through my brain
i said, i'm not who you think i am
i broke his heart in the rain

i dreamt that night the world had died
and i stood staring at the flames
the sky itself broke down and cried
i broke his heart in the rain

can you see me?
i'm an angel
the perfect woman
(or i think that's what he said)
and i held his hand
as we both went numb
oh, but it
wasn't fast enough

i broke his heart in the rain
he said, you're the only one i'll ever love
i said, i'll never see you again
i broke his heart in the rain

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