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When I was a kid |
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I filled bottles with messages of hope, |
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Now we kept clutching broken glass, ' |
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Cos all my questions have been answered by a flood, |
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Even those |
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I never asked. |
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All the storms that |
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I've seen, |
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Are countless reasons not to believe. |
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But I know, that as long as there will be rain, |
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There will be clear skies after. |
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Every day under the sky, |
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I stood arms raised in imitation, |
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Watching birds in flight, |
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And now I'm older, |
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Youth has past me by, |
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But I keep reaching 'til |
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I get what's mine. |
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All the storms, that |
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I've seen, |
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Are countless reasons not to believe. |
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But I know, that as long as there will be rain, |
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There will be clear skies after. |
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No matter how far |
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I go (far I go) |
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I know that you are by my side (by my side) |
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Together we'll see this through (see this through) |
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There's silence in our lives. |
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All the storms, that |
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I've seen, |
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Are countless reasons not to believe, |
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But I know, that as long as there will be rain, |
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There will be clear skies after. |
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There will be rain, |
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There will be clear skies after. |
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There will be rain, |
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There will be clear skies after. |
