| Here come chilly preacher
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| Stumbling 'gainst the wind
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| Singing love, love is something to believe in
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| A prayer and the sea
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| And twenty tons of me
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| Crying love, love is something to believe in
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| To my child of wonder rambling
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| All my crooked fingers pointing blame
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| Let it all wash out in the rain
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| Yes let it all wash out in the rain
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| Beyond the drunken focus of my aim
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| All my heroes twisting in the flame
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| Let’s let it all wash out in the rain
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| Let it all wash out in the rain
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| One more for forgiveness
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| Twisting in the cold
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| Singing love, love is something I believe in
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| Too much my defenses
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| Are dangling from the chain
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| Oh but free, free is something to believe in
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| To my god I want my gypsy train
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| Too my child a howlin' tambourine
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| Let it all wash out in the rain
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| Let it all wash out in the rain
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| Yes let it all wash out in the rain
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| Let it all wash out in the rain |