| Down here in New Orleans, prayin' for holy water
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| To rain on down, rain on down on me
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| I got to tell you how I feel
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| And I don’t care as long as it’s a side that’s real
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| Like a dark cloud that casts no shade
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| Seven days pass I still pray for rain
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| I want to see things my way;
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| I will add colour and shape
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| Now I’m frozen in time, bound by convictions
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| Obey the trust — things I learned long ago
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| Please now spare me, spare me your old folklore
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| All I really want are things they were before
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| Like a dark cloud that casts no shade
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| Seven days pass I still pray for rain
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| I want to see things my way;
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| I will add colour and shape
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| Like a dark cloud that casts no shade
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| Seven days pass I still pray for rain
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| I want to see things my way;
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| I will be be who I am and see things my way;
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| I will add colour and shape |