| You ran up against the rain
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| Everyday of your short life
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| Suffered for your muse without complaining
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| Never heard you swear life isn’t fair
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| But it doesn’t make it right
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| You left the world knowing all too well what pain is
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| You took it on yourself to pave the road to hell
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| Paid your dues and sang the blues
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| Lord, you knew them all too well
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| Every word upon the page
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| You let them sail away
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| The wind would blow, and then you’d go
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| Up against the rain
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| You listen to the songs
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| And then you wrote your own
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| Somewhere along the way
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| You passed the muse along
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| I feel your presence in this room
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| Beneath the wailing moon
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| It’s good to know that dying couldn’t tame you
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| You took it on yourself to pave the road to hell
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| Paid your dues and sang the blues
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| Lord, you knew them all too well
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| Every word upon the page
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| You let them sail away
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| The wind would blow, and then you’d go
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| Up against the rain
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| Last night the weather turned
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| This morning we had snow
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| Today they’ll lay you in the ground
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| Someday we’ll all know
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| Where it is we go
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| My tears will say goodbye
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| While the rain is coming down
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| You took it on yourself to pave the road to hell
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| Paid your dues and sang the blues
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| Lord, you knew them all too well
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| Every word upon the page
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| You let them sail away
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| The wind would blow, and then you’d go
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| Up against the rain |