| ohhh ohhh ohhh
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| Footsteps in the dust of a wasteland trailing back to a prison I’d rather leave
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| a memory…
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| a thought of yesterday.
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| Then raindrops like bullets in a black sky start falling, slowly breaking away
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| the mess I’ve made.
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| Wash away my yesterday.
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| I can feel this rain down the back of my body, falling hard, every drop is just
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| like a brick that’s breaking me.
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| Washing away my yesterday.
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| As the water gets high I can see it in the black sky, it’s gonna take a flood
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| to wash away the mess I’ve made.
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| But if that’s what it’s gotta take…
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| then Lord bring the rain.
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| I can’t tell between the rain and my teardrops, drowning me slow until I
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| finally let it go.
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| Let the water take my soul.
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| Then suddenly I’m on my knees realizing, if drowning means I’m breathing for
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| the very first time, I welcome the pain…
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| I’m begging for the rain!
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| I can feel this rain down the back of my body, falling hard, every drop is just
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| like a brick that’s breaking me.
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| Washing away my yesterday.
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| As the water gets high I can see it in the black sky, it’s gonna take a flood
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| to wash away the mess I’ve made.
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| But if that’s what it’s gotta take…
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| then Lord bring the rain.
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| Wash away…
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| yesterday (yesterday)
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| I can feel this rain down the back of my body, falling hard, every drop is just
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| like a brick that’s breaking me.
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| Washing away my yesterday.
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| As the water gets high I can see it in the black sky, it’s gonna take a flood
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| to wash away the mess I’ve made.
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| But if that’s what it’s gotta take…
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| then Lord bring the rain. |