Written by - Mike Pickering, Paul Heard, Heather Small
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Don¡¯t let the rain wash my heart
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I¡¯ve love in here but where do I start.
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No more life to my shoes.
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Don¡¯t look my way you know I¡¯m bad news.
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Feel the tears on my cheek.
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Abuse me now `cause I¡¯ve got to eat.
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Where was last night I forget.
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This ain¡¯t no big issue just life and death.
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Last night 10,000
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out in the rain
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bellowing silence
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maybe it¡¯s now or never again.
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Eyes are down looking in
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I¡¯m sorry but I¡¯m not on your screen.
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I hold a cup in my hand
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to help me reach my own promised land.
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Crown of thorns on my head
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wrapped up in my own cardboard bed.
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I got youth by my side
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a victim of your crime nothing to hide.
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Last night 10,000
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out in the rain
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bellowing silence
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maybe it¡¯s now or never again.
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I¡¯ll do anything to forget
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after all what is there left.
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But in the black of night
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frosty stars and vice.
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I¡¯m too old to learn
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too young to burn
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And as you walk by with ghosts in your eyes
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the World still turns.
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Last night 10,000
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