| Don’t you think it’s sad?
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| Happiness is dead, our rain has gone
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| Building up the walls
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| Just to see them fall away
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| Which way should I go?
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| Further up as I float
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| Trying to understand
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| Keep my feet on the ground
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| And live again
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| I’m coming down, I see myself
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| On the sand, I walk again
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| Through this land of rain
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| I think we know
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| My conscience grows
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| Within myself two different roads
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| So far from home, again
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| Which way should I go?
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| Further up as I float
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| Trying to understand
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| Keep my feet on the ground
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| And live again
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| I’m coming down, I see myself
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| On the sand, I walk again
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| Through this land of rain
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| Somewhere there’s a place that I can be
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| Somewhere there is air that I can breathe in
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| Someday pretty soon they’re gonna believe
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| Believe in me, believe in me
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| Here comes the ground, I see it now
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| I’m coming down, all by myself
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| On the sand, I walk again
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| Through this land of rain
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| Of rain, of rain, of rain |