Down here in New Orleans, prayin’ for holy water,

To rain on down, rain on down on me.

I got to tell you how I feel,

And I don’t care as long as it’s a side that’s real.

Like a dark cloud that casts no shade,

Seven days pass I still pray for rain.

I want to see things my way;

I will add colour and shape.

Now I’m frozen in time, bound by convictions,

Obey the trust – things I learned long ago.

Please now spare me, spare me your old folklore,

All I really want are things they were before.

Like a dark cloud that casts no shade,

Seven days pass I still pray for rain.

I want to see things my way;

I will add colour and shape.

Like a dark cloud that casts no shade,

Seven days pass I still pray for rain.

I want to see things my way;

I will be be who I am and see things my way;

I will add colour and shape.

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