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What's the use of holding out |
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A work sore hand to catch some rain |
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It turns up empty, all is dry |
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And all you ever wanted was some rain |
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Was some rain |
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If heaven is the future |
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Why is it that you refuse to go |
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There now with all you have |
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You really should do more than just complain |
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Just complain |
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Such a rotten taste |
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Is left when you don't think to say that |
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It's just such a sorry waste |
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To take the easy way out of the pain |
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Of the pain |
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When the end shines from the deep |
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And all the hate and all the hell that history has released |
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Would tremble before your valor if you'd |
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Just get down on your knees |
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And promise to all your children true |
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That you will live in peace |
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Where's the light to shine on me |
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Oh, send me something, send me please |
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Cleanse my body, close my eyes |
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I'm naked and prepared to die |
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In the starry atmosphere |
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When all the questions disappear |
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And pressure with a salty taste |
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Exalts the tears that soak your face |
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End |
