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He prays for the harvest
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To bring a record yield
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Five generations counting
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On his work out in these fields
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The only life he knows
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Is the soil that he tills
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And if the drought don't take it all
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He knows the banker will
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He's waiting for a rain of angels
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To turn these dusty acres
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Back to a fertle plain
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Reward him for his labor
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Put his life back in his hands
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He's waiting for a rain of angels
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Somewhere in the city
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In the hours before dawn
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She huddles in a doorway
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To dream her hunger gone
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Forgotten by the cold world
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Frightened by her own
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She sips a little whiskey
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To forget she is alone
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She's waiting for a rain of angels
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To lift her from the shadows
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To give her back her name
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Turn back all the pages
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Give her shelter from the storm
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She's waiting for a rain of angels
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And all the places where the battle lines are drawn
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When the bullets fly
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It doesn't matter what side you're standing on
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Give the farmer back his land
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Pull the helpless from the street
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Take the guns out of our hands
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And we will be within the angel's reach
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Call down through the ages
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Wash away the pain
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Only love will remain
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We're all waiting for
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Still waiting for a rain of angels
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Waiting for a rain of angels
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Waiting for a rain of angels
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Waiting for a rain of angels
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A Rain Of Angels
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| Lila McCann |
