| You can dream the American Dream
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| But you sleep with the lights on
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| And wake up with a scream
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| You can hope against hope
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| That nothing will change
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| Grab a hold of that fistful of rain
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
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| Fistful of rain
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| When your grasp has exceeded your reach
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| And you put all your faith
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| In a figure of speech
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| You’ve heard all the answers
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| But the questions remain
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| Grab a hold of that fistful of rain
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
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| Fistful of rain
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| And when diamonds turn back into coal
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| Grab a hold, children, grab a hold
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| When the mountains crumble
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| And you’re ready to rumble
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| And roll like a runaway train…
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| And when diamonds turn back into coal
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| Grab a hold, children, grab a hold
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| When the mountains crumble
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| And you’re ready to rumble
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| And roll like a runaway train…
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| In a heart there are windows and doors
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| You can let the light in
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| You can feel the wind blow
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| When there’s nothing to lose
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| And nothing to gain
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| Grab a hold of that fistful of rain
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
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| Fistful of rain
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| Grab a hold, grab a hold, grab a hold of that
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| Fistful of rain |