As I step inside the street sound,
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A growl of thunder turns my head round,
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I see one face in the crowd,
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Like a beacon in the rain,
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I see your sunshine calling to me.
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As the people rush on by you,
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I will move myself aside you,
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Link arms like policemen in a chain,
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Keep ourselves inside the line,
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I need you now like it needed to rain.
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As the puddles form around us,
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And the thunder noise surrounds us,
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Now I can laugh amid the storm,
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Like a child in the warm,
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I feel your sunlight shining on me,
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All around me, inside me.
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Then high in the sky, a star appears to be winking,
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A branch caught by the wind, its leaves beckon to me.
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Stone still at my feet, its grey matches my thinking,
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Well water so deep, its song calling me down, down, down...
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Now in the street I stand deserted,
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With the cold and wet returning,
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I turn, rejoining the crowd,
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Like a leave caught in the stream,
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I need you now like it needed to rain.
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I will meet you where the winds blow,
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The thunder rolls to and the streams flow,
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I will see your face in the crowd,
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Like a beacon in the rain,
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And see your sunshine calling to me.
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I will meet you where the winds blow...
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By You
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| Tony Banks |
