| There’s a holy cloud rolling through the city
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| Yeah, threatenin' to rain
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| Said I’ve come to rest the iron
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| Of your locomotive train
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| The rails you’re riding on, my friend
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| Will take you nowhere fast
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| And when you arrive at nowhere
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| With your future turned to past
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| You’ll realize, the track must end
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| 'Fore you reach the western shore
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| Then you’ll wish the rails would stop you
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| You wish the rails would stop you there before
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| Waiting on rain
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| 'Cause I’ve been down
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| Waiting on rain
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| Rain gonna come
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| Rain on me, now
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| They say that turnin' trains to rust
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| Is such an ugly thing to do
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| But I love myself no more than I love you
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| If you can take these iron wheels
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| And turn them into rust
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| You’ll know the God who sent us
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| Is a God that you can trust
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| And you’ll realize, the track extends
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| Beyond the western shore
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| And we’ll ride the rails to freedom
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| Ride the rails to freedom through that storm
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| Waiting on rain
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| 'Cause I’ve been down
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| Waiting on rain
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| Rain gonna come
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| Rain on me, now
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| Rain gonna come
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| Rain on me, now
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| It’s gonna come
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| Rain on me, now |