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You can dream the American Dream |
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But you sleep with the lights on and wake up with a scream |
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You can hope against hope that nothing will change |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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When your grasp has exceeded your reach |
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And you put all your faith in a figure of speech |
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You've heard all the answers but the questions remain |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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And when diamonds turn back into coal |
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Grab a hold, children, grab a hold |
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When the mountains crumble |
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And you're ready to rumble |
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And roll like a runaway train |
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And when diamonds turn back into coal |
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Grab a hold, children, grab a hold |
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When the mountains crumble |
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And you're ready to rumble |
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And roll like a runaway train |
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In a heart there are windows and doors |
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You can let the light in, you can feel the wind blow |
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When there's nothing to lose and nothing to gain |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold, fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
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Grab a hold, grab a hold |
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Grab a hold of that fistful of rain |
