born in a dry season
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wind and sand have blown through me
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haven't found shade anywhere
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only moments of relief
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but sometimes i think i hear the thunder
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somewhere on the horizon line
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if i could just find a way to get under
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the rain that can reach this soul of mine
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Chorus
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i pray for rain to come
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and wash away what's made me numb
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i pray for a ragging storm
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to drown what's in me
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and the rain comes in the nick of time
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i swallow hard cause my throat's been dry
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the rain comes beating on my skin
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till I'm washed away - nothing left within
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when the rain comes
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Your rain comes
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seasons have passed so quickly
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since i felt that first big storm
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still there have been times of drought
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when i've prayed for the clouds to form
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and i often hear the thunder
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and i know of its coming rain
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many times in my life i'll kneel under
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the moving showers that brought this change
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Chorus 2x
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Pray for Rain
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| PFR ( Pray For Rain ) |
