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[Verse]
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I am the rain held in disdain, lotions and potions just add to
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my fame
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When I’m not in Spain, I fall on the plain
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The truth is I’m ruthless I can’t be contained
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I’m the rain
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My friend the wind, with breath he is twinned
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Blow high or low high tornadoes to spin
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My mother the cloud, in widows black shroud
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Gives birth to the earth before fields can be ploughed
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Up in the sky we’ve demand to supply
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I am necessity, base of the recipe
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I’m the rain
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My cousin the snow lays blankets below
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States that her flakes are just threads to be sewn
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My rival the sun, it ripens the plum
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Is feared and revealed it gives sight to the gun
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Up in the sky we’ve demands to supply
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I am necessity, base of the recipe
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Up in the sky we’ve demands to supply
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I am necessity, base of the recipe
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I, I’m the rain, I’m the rain
[Instrumental]
(faster)
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Oh, oh, oh, oh….
[Outro]
(slower)
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I am the rain, who’s held in disdain
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The truth is I’m ruthless I can’t be contained