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Open up the door. |
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And let the sound come in. |
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I can hear the owls. |
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And the dogs again. |
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And they sing. |
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And they shout. |
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When the moon is out. |
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Open up a window. |
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And let the storm come in. |
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I need to feel the water. |
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On my skin. |
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And the crops need help. |
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To grow.And this rain's gonna make it so. |
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I can see the setting sun. |
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And I know my days are done. |
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But let it be said. |
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That I got no regrets. |
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And I made good on what |
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I owe.And let it be known. |
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That this places was not my home. |
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That this place was not my home. |