| Rain maker, why have you forsaken me?
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| You taint my walls with dripping shadows
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| Trapped in a love I can’t keep
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| Storm chaser, the one who bears my seed
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| Storm chaser, leave
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| I know of virtues I can’t hold
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| Could you go tonight with me?
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| Give our dreams to sons and daughters, sons and daughters
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| Give our dreams to sons and daughters
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| Rain maker, you just love to watch me lose
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| Persistent upon your blessing, grant me love I can’t refuse
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| The purest form of beauty may bear an omen in between
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| But the grey, the saturation, made her look just like a dream
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| I know of virtues I can’t hold
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| Could you go tonight with me?
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| Despite who I have been, I hope you show some faith in me
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| Don’t slip from my reach
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| Give our dreams to sons and daughters, sons and daughters
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| Give our dreams to sons and daughters
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| You’ll never break these walls again
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| You’ll never break these walls
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| I know of virtues I can’t hold
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| Could you go tonight with me?
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| Despite who I have been, I hope you show some faith in me
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| Don’t slip from my reach
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| Rain maker, why have you forsaken me?
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| Rain maker, please |