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Would the rain, the frozen rain |
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Be as cold upon your forehead |
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As the tears that plough your beaten face again |
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Would the rain |
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Could your hands, your grubby hands |
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Pull your coat around your shoulder |
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Steel yourself against the weather of the day |
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Could your hands |
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Here i stand |
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Just the same |
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Jesus do these hands still feel the rain |
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Here we go, winter long |
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Like sun bleeds down the valley |
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Or a black and oily river moves so slow |
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Here we go |
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Here i stand |
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Just the same |
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Jesus do these hands still feel the rain |
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Here i stand |
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Just the same |
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Jesus do your hands still feel the rain |
