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When we came up, shot to the stars, |
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It was painless, we couldn't run far, |
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And in a heart-attack, we clutched at our chests, |
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And in a truck, we searched for the crests. |
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I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down) |
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I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |
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I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down) |
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I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |
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You're my lifeline, under a rest, |
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And you can see it all on my chest, |
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And in a lifetime of beauty and tests, |
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In the trucks, we search for the crests. |
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I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down) |
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I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |
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I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down) |
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I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |
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I wanna feel the rain pouring down, (down) |
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I wanna feel the cold raising hair, (feel) |
