| I’m a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
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| When newborns die and blood fills our streets
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| And storms take lives
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| And hollywood says lies
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| And children cry
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| But I still believe
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| You can wash our streets
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| Set the captives free
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| And heal the leper lame
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| Whoa
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| And I won’t stop
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| Calling on your name
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| Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
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| With all that they have lost
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| And all that they have seen
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| And all of those who mourn
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| And all of those who grieve
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red
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| A dark and iron curtain screams things will never change
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| And a cross on a hill screams won’t be the same
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| A kingdom is at hand and the rain will come again
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| As centuries past
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| But I still believe
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| You can wash our streets
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| Set the captives free
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| And heal the leper lame
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| Whoa
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| And I won’t stop
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| Calling on your name
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| Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
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| With all that they have lost
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| And all that they have seen
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| And all of those who mourn
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| And all of those who grieve
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red
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| In the desert, there’s no clouds
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| Will the friendless, find a friend?
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| The skies can’t hold back
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| The rain from heaven
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| These red stains will be washed white by red
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| Oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
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| With all that they have lost
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| And all that they have seen
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| And all of those who mourn
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| And all of those who grieve
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red
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| Tonight
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| Tonight’s the night it rains red |