| Theres a storm outside, and the gap between crack and thunder
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| Crack and thunder, is closing in, is closing in The rain floods gutters, and makes a great sound on the concrete
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| On a flat roof, theres a boy leaning against the wall of rain
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| Aerial held high, calling «come on thunder, come on thunder»
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| Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
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| Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
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| Its a monsoon, and the rain lifts lids off cars
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| Spinning buses like toys, stripping them to chrome
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| Across the bay, the waves are turning into something else
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| Picking up fishing boats and spewing them on the shore
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| The boy is hit, lit up against the sky, like a sign, like a neon sign
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| And he crumples, drops into the gutter, legs twitching
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| The flood swells his clothes and delivers him on, delivers him on Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
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| Sometimes, when I look deep in your eyes, I swear I can see your soul
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| Theres four new colors in the rainbow
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| An old mans taking polaroids
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| But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
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| He says listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
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| And I swear I can hear the sea
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| Somtimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul
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| (I can reach your soul)
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| (I can touch your soul)
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| Sometimes |