| Box Of Rain
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| Robert Hunter/Phil Lesh
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| Look out of any window
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| Any morning, any evening, any day
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| Maybe the sun is shining
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| Birds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy sky
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| What do you want me to do
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| To do for you to see you through?
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| For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago
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| Walk out of any doorway
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| Feel your way like the day before
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| Maybe you’ll find direction
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| Around some corner where it’s been waiting to meet you
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| What do you want me to do
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| To watch for you while you’re sleeping?
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| Then please don’t be surprised when you find me dreaming too
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| Look into any eyes
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| You find by you; |
| you can see clear to another day
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| Maybe been seen before
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| Through other eyes on other days while going home
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| What do you want me to do
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| To do for you to see you through?
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| It’s all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago
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| Walk into splintered sunlight
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| Inch your way through dead dreams to another land
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| Maybe you’re tired and broken
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| Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear
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| What do you want me to do
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| To do for you, to see you through?
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| A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through
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| Just a box of rain, wind and water
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| Believe it if you need it, if you don’t just pass it on Sun and shower, wind and rain
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| In and out the window like a moth before a flame
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| And it’s just a box of rain, I don’t know who put it there
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| Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare
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| And it’s just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair
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| Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there |