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I love the rain |
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The tears heaven cries for I cannot cry myself |
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I gaze at the rain |
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And the pleasure pierces through my mind |
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The fall that sweeps away all woes off my troubled brow |
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In waiting my hopes lie |
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Hope to pass on my thorned crown |
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To another king of nothingness |
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To rule the court that suffocates their heirs |
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My soul wasn't worth much when |
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I sold it to become someone |
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Now all I have is a poor mans's crown |
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They said he brought respect |
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One couldn't earn in a lifetime |
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They chased him down and drove their envy through his heart |
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They found no glory there, no wealth an no honor |
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Only a tired man holding on to his smile |
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My soul wasn't worth much when |
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I sold it to become someone |
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Now all I have is a poor mans's crown |
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My soul wasn't worth much when |
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I sold it to become someone |
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Now all I have is a poor mans's crown |
