| The days may change
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| With the length of your hair, the clothes that you wear
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| But you’re still some kid
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| And you’re farther from home
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| Than ever before
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| You grow tired
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| In your search for salvation
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| A hunt for your place in this world you know
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| It birthed you, it molds you
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| And it tears you apart
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| It’s out, out, out with the old
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| And it’s in with the new
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| We want back back back to the old
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| Just a lonely few
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| Singing bring the rain to my front door
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| Bring your thundering sky
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| Tame the fires that burn the walls
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| Of a life that waves goodbye
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| The hours defy me
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| The weeks are drawn honestly fit to a size for me
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| The frustration, the card with inside my teeth chip as I bite
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| It’s out, out, out with the old
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| And it’s in with the new
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| We want back back back to the old
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| Just a lonely few
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| Singing bring the rain to my front door
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| Bring your thundering sky
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| Tame the fires that burn the walls
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| Of a life that waves goodbye
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| What have I become?
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| Just another one
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| Away from home
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| Something takes my hand
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| But my feet won’t walk along
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| New hopes tower us
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| And our eyes were doors
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| But they walked right through
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| Now it’s haunting us and the only home we’ve known
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| Bring the rain to my front door
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| Bring your thundering sky
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| Tame the fires that burn the walls
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| Of a life that waves goodbye
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| Bring the rain to my front door
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| Bring your thundering sky
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| Tame the fires that burn the walls
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| Of a life that waves goodbye |