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outside i stand and pray
for something... that will make me feel so...
alive... alive... and so refreshed again
the rain, it lingers, and i, and i...
and i, and i, just don't know how i feel
and i, and i, and i just pray for rain
and i, and i, just don't know how i feel
and i pray for rain
the clouds drift straight towards me
and something... stirs deep inside me
the sky, the sky... stares deep inside me
the rain, it pours, and i, and i...
and i, and i just pray for rain
and i pray for rain
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(Paul Cotton)
Somebody called the keeper of the fire
Holy smoke I hope he ain't no lier
I've heard tell that while we're sleeping
All is well and safely keeping
We're only seeking
Then it came a mornin' we were feelin'
Just the same
Caring less...Let it turnitself to rain
Easy summer, and we're hung out high and dry
Somebody save us from this feelin'
Feeling in oureyes
Lookin' out there was a new light burnin'
Turned about everyone there kept on turnin'
Came on through like a childhood yearnin'
Somebody called the keeper of the fire
Holy smoke I hope he ain't no lier
I've heard tell that while we're sleeping
All is well and safely keeping
We're only seeking
Then it came a mornin' we were feelin'
Just the same
Caring less...Let it turnitself to rain
Easy summer, and we're hung out high and dry
Somebody save us from this feelin'
Feeling in oureyes
Lookin' out there was a new light burnin'
Turned about everyone there kept on turnin'
Came on through like a childhood yearnin'