| Well, shit, yeah!
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| All youve got to do is look in the sky and wish
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| You might see his face in the clouds or relaxing in a spirit ditch
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| Hes been known to sleep on piles of dry leaves
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| Abandoned on october lawns
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| Sometimes he awakens with spiders on his eyelids
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming to soak us with water
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| Sometimes you feel just like a stone tossed into the deep
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| All you gotta do is touch a womans face thats warm with sleep
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| And he can show up at your, your back door in the deep
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| Trace him back before he was born
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| Inquiring about an honest days work for a decent meal
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming to soak us with water
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| Sometimes hes hitching a ride in a freezer or appears as a mist
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| Hes also been known to introduce himself as a scientist
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| He could be the retarded son of an old woman with
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| Seven fingers on each hand
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| cos I know I reckon, he will come when hes beckoned for
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming
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| Rainmakers coming to soak us with water
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| To soak us with water |