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A work sore hand to catch some rain

It turns up empty, all is dry

And all you ever wanted was some rain

Was some rain

If heaven is the future

Why is it that that you refuse to go

There now with all you have

You really should do more than just complain

Just complain

Such a rotten taste

Is left when you don't think to say that

It's just such a sorry waste

To take the easy way out of the pain

Of the pain

When the end shines from the deep

And all the hate and all the hell that history has released

Would tremble before your valor if you'd just get down on your knees

And promise to all your children true that you will live in peace

Where's the light to shine on me

Oh, send me something, send me please

Cleanse my body, close my eyes

I'm naked and prepared to die

In the starry atmosphere

When all the questions disappear

And pressure with a salty taste

Exalts the tears that soak your face.