| I’m listening to the dying rain
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| It speaks with words I can’t explain
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| It fills my mind and takes my pain away
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| I never had a heart of gold
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| My soul is just what I’ve been told
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| It filled my veins and I was born again
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| Now ever since I heard those words
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| I have lived with a heart that burns
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| I have lived with my yearns and yearns
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| I’ll walk across this troubled land
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| I’ll lift my feet up from the sand
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| I’ll lift my voice and raise my hands above
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| I’ll wash my feet, I’ll wash my face
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| I’m standing on a holy place
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| The rain is pouring down and fills me with your grace
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| I’m listening to the dying rain
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| It speaks with words I can’t explain
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| It gave me wings so I could fly away
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| Now ever since I heard those words
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| I have lived with a heart that burns
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| I have lived with my yearns and yearns
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| I’ll walk across this troubled land
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| I’ll lift my feet up from the sand
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| I’ll lift my voice and raise my hands above
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| I’ll wash my feet, I’ll wash my face
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| I’m standing on a holy place
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| The rain is pouring down and fills me with your grace |