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Bring Me the Rain:



Let the clouds come over

Most people run for cover

They're afraid of a little drizzle

Take me out to feel that trickle

Down on my face. Give me some space

Empty the streets and bring me the rain.


They watch from inside as the sky gets darker

Running from the lightning and thunder

All kinds of traffic retreat in fear

But to me it all looks crystal clear

Now i could fly, so ground your planes

Open the skies and bring me the rain.


Listen as it falls to the street

Like a drum beat, it moves my feet

Sounds like applause and laughter

So cheer for me "cause I have to

Stop to sing and dance and play

Bring me a rhythm, bring me the rain.



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