| When the sins of my father.
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| Way down in my soul, and the pain of my mother will not let me go.
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| Well I know they can’t fire from the sky to refine the purest of canes.
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| Even though I know this fire brings me pain, even so lord just the same.
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| Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain.
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| Make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain.
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| The seed needs the water for it grows out the ground.
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| It just keeps getting hard, and the hunger more profound.
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| And I know they can’t cut tears from the eye, but they might as well be invane.
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| Even though I know these tears will bring me pain, even so Lord just same.
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| Oh make it rain, make it rain, make it rain, make it rain.
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| Make it rain.
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| Well the sea is filled with water, stops by the shore.
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| Just like the riches of grandour never reach the port.
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| Let the clouds fill with thunderess applause, the lightning be the veins.
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| Fill the sky with all they can draw, it’s time to make a change.
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| Make it rain oh Make it rain down lord, make it rain, make it rain. |