| When we came up, shot to the stars
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| It was painless, we couldn’t run far
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| And in a heart-attack, we clutched at our chests
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| And in a truck, we searched for the crests
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| I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
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| I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
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| I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
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| I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
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| You’re my lifeline, under a rest
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| And you can see it all on my chest
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| And in a lifetime of beauty and tests
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| In the trucks, we search for the crests
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| I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
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| I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
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| I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
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| I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel)
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| I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down)
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| I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |