| When they come maybe they’ll be dressed in white on white
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| Maybe they will bring such a brighter light
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| Or maybe they will let us down, aah
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| When they come maybe they will kiss all your pain away
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| Maybe they will make all your love stay
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| Or maybe they’re just here for the rain
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| I’ve always wondered what I’d do in case they called my name
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| There’s a thing I know of you, it’s that you feel the same
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| Oh when they come maybe we can get things to work inside
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| We’ve got goals to build
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| Seasons gonna change and we overfill
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| In this modern age maybe we can get things to work inside
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| And when lightning strikes I am gonna feel alright
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| When they come maybe we’ll be deaf by the strangest sound
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| Maybe we will run like a scattered crowd
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| Maybe we’ll just feel alright
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| I’ve always wondered what I’d do in case they called my name
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| There’s a thing I know of you, it’s that you feel the same
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| Oh when they come maybe we can get things to work inside
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| We’ve got goals to build
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| Seasons gonna change and we overfill
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| In this modern age maybe we can get things to work inside
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| And when lightning strikes I am gonna feel alright |