There was a sound, split all the heavens apart
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On the northern wind, out in a southern spark
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Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
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When it reaches the end of the line
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I see myself reflected in broken glass
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As the gates come crashing down
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There is blood on the tracks tonight
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And rust inside our veins
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Will it ache every time I hear the storm
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running behind me?
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There were some younger kids
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Who followed the tracks that day
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It was a passing afternoon
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that came and took them away
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So we forgot our names
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Lying in the tall grass
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underneath the billboard dreams
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Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
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When it reaches the end of the line
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I see myself reflected in broken glass
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As the gates come crashing down
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There is blood on the tracks tonight
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And rust inside our veins
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Will it ache every time I hear the storm?
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It's running all over
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It's running all over
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It's running all over
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It's running all over me.
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Running from the rain
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See the steam in the distant hills
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See the rooftops glitter in the sun
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Hear the summer counting down,
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Running out, running from the rain
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Operator, Operator, did you lose your way
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when you got that call your brother made?
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You're sick of running and you know it's true
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you're coming back,
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running from the rain
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Running From The Rain
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Thursday |