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Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground, |
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Let the rain fall down to the ground. |
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And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound, |
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When you're six feet underground. |
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Well they cast me out when the word spread around |
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That I never sang in the church. |
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And it took one night for the town to decide |
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I'm afflicted by the curse. |
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And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground. |
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And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound. |
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So I looked to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, |
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Do they all get to live, and I have to die? |
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So they marched me down to the center of town, |
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With their pitchforks high in the air. |
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I was chained and bound with a blindfold around |
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So the judge wouldn't catch my stare. |
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And they hung my soul from the gallows pole |
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But the witch they never found. |
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So to those who don't fit society's mold, |
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Learn to swim or you will drown. |
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And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground. |
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And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound. |
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So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, |
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Do they all get to live, and I have to die? |
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And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine, |
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Dry the teardrops from my eyes. |
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And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, |
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'Cause the dead can't testify. |
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And because I can't take an eye for an eye, |
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In the afterlife I'll haunt you 'till you die! |
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And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground |
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(Let teardrops hit the ground!) |
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And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound |
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(When you're six feet underground!) |
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So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, |
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Do they all get to live, and I have to die? |
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And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine, |
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Dry the teardrops from my eyes. |
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And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, |
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'Cause the dead can't testify. |
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And because I can't take an eye for an eye, |
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In the afterlife I'll haunt you 'till you die! |
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And the angels sing: let it shine, let it shine, |
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Dry the teardrops from my eyes. |
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And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, |
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'Cause the dead can't testify. |
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And because I can't take an eye for an eye, |
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In the afterlife I'll haunt you 'till you die! |
