Down here in New Orleans, prayin' for holy water, To rain on down, rain on down on me. I got to tell you how I feel, And I don't care as long as it's a side that's real. Like a dark cloud that casts no shade, Seven days pass I still pray for rain. I want to see things my way; I will add colour and shape. Now I'm frozen in time, bound by convictions, Obey the trust - things I learned long ago. Please now spare me, spare me your old folklore, All I really want are things they were before. Like a dark cloud that casts no shade, Seven days pass I still pray for rain. I want to see things my way; I will add colour and shape. (Lead Break) Like a dark cloud that casts no shade, Seven days pass I still pray for rain. I want to see things my way; I will be be who I am and see things my way; I will add colour and shape. (Lead Break)
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