What's the use of holding out
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A work sore hand to catch some rain
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It turns up empty, all is dry
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And all you ever wanted was some rain
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Was some rain
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If heaven is the future
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Why is it that that you refuse to go
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There now with all you have
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You really should do more than just complain
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Just complain
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Such a rotten taste
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Is left when you don't think to say that
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It's just such a sorry waste
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To take the easy way out of the pain
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Of the pain
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When the end shines from the deep
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And all the hate and all the hell that history has released
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Would tremble before your valor if you'd
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Just get down on your knees
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And promise to all your children true
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That you will live in peace
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Where's the light to shine on me
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Oh, send me something, send me please
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Cleanse my body, close my eyes
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I'm naked and prepared to die
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In the starry atmosphere
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When all the questions disappear
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And pressure with a salty taste
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Exalts the tears that soak your face
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The Light
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Mirah |