| Moving on a pale moonlight
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| Staring at the tail lights of the
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| Truck that rips the road apart
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| In front of m — e
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| I watch your right hand shifting gear
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| Wondering what I’m doing here
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| Cause both our minds
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| Are occupied by memories
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| Like a forest in my eye
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| Are the pillars of the sky
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| As I picture you
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| And call it your peroga — tive
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| Time and time again it seems
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| We’re always somewhere in between
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| And that’s the truth
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| It’s in the way we li — ve
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| Ray, ray, rain
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| If you feel the same
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| Give me a si — gn
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| We’re running out of time
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| Spiders, snakes, and lizard heads
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| Tell the tale that we’ll all be dead
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| And don’t you know
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| In my fantasies
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| Fading on the tender neath (?)
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| What we are is what we breathe
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| Insultingly
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| With your jealous hate
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| Ray, ray, rain
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| If you feel the same
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| Give me a si — gn
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| Give me a sign
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| Ray, ray, rain
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| So you feel the same
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| It’s written in that
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| I can’t wait another day
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| And no it’s not okay
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| Explain yourself and say
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| Now no one ever said that life was fair
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| At six times in a row
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| The winner starts to go
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| Walking up and down the builder’s square (?)
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| Right down from the start
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| And right down from the heart
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| Finding words that no one thought were there
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| Ray, ray, rain
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| If you feel the same
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| Give me a si — gn
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| Give me a sign
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| Ray, ray, rain
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| So you feel the same
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| It’s written in that
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| I can’t wait another day
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| Moving on a pale moonlight
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| Staring at the tail lights of the
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| Truck that rips the road apart
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| In front of me
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| Chorus:
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| Ray, ray, rain, if you feel the same
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| give me a sign, we’re running out of time |