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There's a chance you'll wake tomorrow
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with the shrieking flames of daybreak
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like an ill-tuned trumpet blaring I have left you.
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You might hurry to your window
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hear the rhythm of my bootheels,
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see me moving down the highway towards tomorrow.
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I'm a friend of the darkness, traveller in the rain.
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I'll be gone before the daybreak comes again.
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I love the silver slant of raindrops
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and the road just beneath my feet girl,
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yet I'm much too shy to say please understand.
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Last night's storm called me to follow
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with the voices of choral thunder,
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so is it any wonder I have left you.
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I'm a friend of the darkness, traveler in the rain.
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I'll be gone before the daybreak
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comes again.
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TRAVELLER IN THE RAIN
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| Dion Dimucci |
