When the sins of my father Weigh down in my soul And the pain of my mother Will not let me go Well I know they can come far from the sky To a fine purist of kings And even though I know this fire brings me pain Even souls are just the same Make it rain, make it rain down Lord Make it rain, make it rain And the seed needs the water Before it grows out of the ground But it just keeps on getting hotter And the hunger more profound So make it rain, make it rain down Lord Make it rain, make it rain Make it rain Oh Lord, make it rain So make it rain, don't make it rain Down Lord, make it rain *
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