| The ceiling that we stare
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| A frame for all the shadows on the lonely night
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| Attires the incantation
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| The sea in that we run
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| From dawn attented light in our scale of stars
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| With no illumination
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| I want to know
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| I want to hear you testify myself
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| I want to see
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| I want to feel the rain
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| Let it rain
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| Let it rain
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| Rain down your salt in my wounds
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| Lay down your gold in my wounds
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| Where is water
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| Where is the sun
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| Why is it winter
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| And why god all your love has gone
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| The seasons that we change
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| Will wash this constellation and our stains away
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| Before we know the reason
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| Why is it me
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| I want to hear you estimate myself
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| I want to know
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| I want to feel the rain
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| Let it rain
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| Let it rain
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| Rain down your salt in my wounds
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| Let it rain
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| Let it rain
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| Rain down your salt in my wounds
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| Lay down your salt in my wounds
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| Let it rain
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| On me |