Met a girl in science class some day
she told me ībout her life and why she didnīt stay
in her hometown where sheīd spend most of her life
she didnīt want to end as the milkmanīs wife
Rain will free your lies,
rain gonna wash it away
need raininside your mind,
rain to wash away the pain
met a boy on the street the other day
he tried to sell his life well in the end this doesnīt pay
when he spoke of freedom and of truth
he tried to smile still but there was nothing but a gloomy mood
Rain...
Entangled on the way,
built the house on quicksand
guess who not me,
heīs only tryinī to get off the path
she went he tried over and over
met a girl who tried to be like me
so much that she canīt see
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