| There was a sound, split all the heavens apart
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| On the northern wind, out in a southern spark
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| Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
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| When it reaches the end of the line
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| I see myself reflected in broken glass
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| As the gates come crashing down
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| There is blood on the tracks tonight
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| And rust inside our veins
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| Will it ache every time I hear the storm
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| running behind me?
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| There were some younger kids
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| Who followed the tracks that day
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| It was a passing afternoon
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| that came and took them away
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| So we forgot our names
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| Lying in the tall grass
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| underneath the billboard dreams
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| Oh, I will be with you, running from the rain
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| When it reaches the end of the line
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| I see myself reflected in broken glass
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| As the gates come crashing down
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| There is blood on the tracks tonight
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| And rust inside our veins
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| Will it ache every time I hear the storm?
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| It’s running all over
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| It’s running all over
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| It’s running all over
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| It’s running all over me.
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| Running from the rain
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| See the steam in the distant hills
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| See the rooftops glitter in the sun
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| Hear the summer counting down,
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| Running out, running from the rain
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| Operator, Operator, did you lose your way
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| when you got that call your brother made?
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| You’re sick of running and you know it’s true
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| you’re coming back,
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| running from the rain |