We see the daylight under the black sky
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This doesn't feel right
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Everybody's dancing in the Acid Rain
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Acid rain
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Acid rain
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Dancing in the Acid Rain
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Yo,
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Different color skin
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Different size shirt
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Different kind of paycheck
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Different kind of hurt
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Different kind of life for those who've struggled through the worst
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When wicked is the word I pick when labeling the earth
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Been dancing with my eyes closed
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Got my headphones blocking out the deftones
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With my own flow a stones throw away from being well known
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I introduce the ocean to my cell phone
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Yo I don't even need it
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I'd rather keep it real than keep it really conceited
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Put your hands up if think that you need it
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But trust me you don't
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We see the daylight under the black sky
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This doesn't feel right
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Everybody's dancing in the Acid Rain
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Acid rain
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Acid rain
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Dancing in the Acid Rain
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Yo,
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24 hours in the day
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I'm spending every single second dancing in the rain
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Melting off my clothes, bleached by the acid,
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Cruel that it happened but I'm happy cuz it lasted
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See we'll never know when the storm is gunna stop
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(You never know, you never know, you never know, you never know)
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We keep dancin', dancin', dancin' in these raindrops
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And acid raindrops slicin' through my tank top
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I could sit around and I could paint clocks,
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But time is something that we aint got, just like the same shot
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When will the hate stop?
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We see the daylight under the black sky
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This doesn't feel right
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Everybody's dancing in the Acid Rain
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Acid rain
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Acid rain
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Dancing in the Acid Rain
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Acid Rain
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