Pemberley Winter
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It comes the storm, the deep sound,
the screaming, the smiles taken.
As the rain pours down, memories will be washed.
Promises will be broken.
And love...well...love will be forgoten.
As the rain pours down, your scent will disappear
I won't feel stalked anymore.
I'll lay myself in the grass waiting for hope.
I'll catch a glimpse by the window, I won't stare
Happiness may come right now, as the rain pours down.
Actually, never care about getting wet.
This is where I belong, not afraid of death.
Clean all of me, make me bright.
I'm ready, listening to the beat of my heart.
As the rain pours down, I know the sky is turning black.
I know it's my time, tears won't last long now.
The thunder might be scary, but hesitation it's not my thing.
As the rains pours down, I know it's changing time.
My favourite time of day, Yes...I'm starting fresh.
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Pemberley Winter
the screaming, the smiles taken.
As the rain pours down, memories will be washed.
Promises will be broken.
And love...well...love will be forgoten.
As the rain pours down, your scent will disappear
I won't feel stalked anymore.
I'll lay myself in the grass waiting for hope.
I'll catch a glimpse by the window, I won't stare
Happiness may come right now, as the rain pours down.
Actually, never care about getting wet.
This is where I belong, not afraid of death.
Clean all of me, make me bright.
I'm ready, listening to the beat of my heart.
As the rain pours down, I know the sky is turning black.
I know it's my time, tears won't last long now.
The thunder might be scary, but hesitation it's not my thing.
As the rains pours down, I know it's changing time.
My favourite time of day, Yes...I'm starting fresh.
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Pemberley Winter
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