Call on the rain
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And drown out my eyes
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And I'll stare at the flame
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In a blood streaked sky
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Call up the day
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In red mountain light
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And sing me the name
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A thousand times
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Ramana, ramana hare
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Well I stand this ground
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That you walked before
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A stranger found
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As I slowly crack the door
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Then I hear a song come
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It's a laughing sound
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And with my fear undone
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I step back into the crowd
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Ramana, ramana hare...
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Chant
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| Peter Bradley Adams |
