| This problem is insoluble
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| The answers seem impossible
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| The logic ceases to exist
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| Emotion is the beat we miss
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| I stand on a world where dreams
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| Realities, existence are the same
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| We take from the mother’s skin
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| But the world is not to blame
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| Who tells the wind which way to blow?
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| I wonder who will stop the rain
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| The rocks that hold the secrets, they don’t know
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| So who can stop the rain?
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| We’ve lost the path for all we know
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| Now tell me when will it start again?
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| And as the old man lifts his hands
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| Please can you stop the rain?
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| Stars fall far away
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| Like they never did before
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| A new moon shining
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| Like it never will again
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| Who tells the wind which way to blow?
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| I wonder who will stop the rain
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| The rocks that hold the secrets, they don’t know
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| So who can stop the rain?
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| Desert white cloud
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| Spirits they sing
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| Rain falls from the big sky
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| Onto broken wing
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| There is no sense in turning back
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| To wash the debris from the track
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| World without fears without rhyme
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| We fought for peace within our time
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| Who tells the wind which way to blow?
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| I wonder who will stop the rain
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| We’ve lost the path for all we know
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| Please can you stop the rain? |