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It's 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
And when the cold wind blows you're gone
And I will hold my head again
But you can't run from the truth
Oh, the London Rain
Please send me peaches when my world is cold and weak
And press me flowers in the pages of the diaries you keep
Still feel the spot beside me in the bed where you sleep
As the calendar repeats
And when the cold wind blows you're gone
And I will hold my head again
But you can't run from the truth
Oh, the London Rain
Just say it like you mean it, a last look of summer on your face
I swear I believe that, that someday you will stay
I can't take or leave it
I'll take it anywhere with you
I'll take it anywhere
And when the cold wind blows you're gone
And I will hold my head again
But you can't run from the truth
Oh, the London Rain