| Under the sun, there is nothing to hide
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| Under the moon, the stranger waits inside
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| People disappear
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| The music fades away
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| Splashing through the rain
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| I’ll dream with them one day
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| It’s raining, raining,
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| On the streets of New York City
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| It’s raining, raining, raining deep in heaven
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| I may have wasted all those years
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| They’re not worth their time in tears
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| I may have spent too long in darkness
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| In the warmth of my fears
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| Take a look at yourself
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| Not at anyone else
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| And tell me what you see
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| I know the air is cold
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| I know the streets are cruel
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| But I’ll enjoy the ride today
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| It’s raining, raining,
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| On the streets of New York City
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| It’s raining, raining, raining deep in heaven
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| I may have wasted all those years
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| They’re not worth their time in tears
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| I may have spent too long in darkness
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| In the warmth of my fears
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| As I walks through all my myths
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| Rising and sinking like the waves
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| With my thoughts wrapped around me Through a trial of tears
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| Hidden by disguise, stumbling in a world
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| Feeling uninspired, he gets into his car
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| Not within his eyes to see, open up, open up Not much better than the man you hate
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| II. |
| Deep In Heaven
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| (Instrumental)
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| III. |
| The Wasteland
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| Still awake
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| I continue to move along
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| Cultivating my own nonsense
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| Welcome to the wasteland
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| Where you’ll find ashes, nothing but ashes
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| Still awake
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| Bringing change, bringing movement,
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| Bringing life
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| A silent prayer thrown away
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| Disappearing in the air
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| Rising, sinking, Raining deep inside me Nowhere to turn,
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| I look for a way back home
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| It’s raining, raining, raining deep in heaven |