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Dead Mom

de Leslie Kritzer

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 there can come fire from the sky
To refine the purest of kings
Even though
I know this fire brings me pain
Even so
And just the same

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain

Oh the seed needs the water
‘Fore it grows out of the ground
But it just keeps on getting harder, harder
And hunger more profound
Well, I know they can’t count tears from the eye
But they may as well all be in vain
Even though
I know these tears come with pain
Even so
And just the same

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Make it rain
Make it rain

And let the clouds fill with thunderous applause
And let lightning be the veins
And fill the sky
With all that they can draw
When it's time
To make a change

Make it rain
Make it rain down, Lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain, oh

Make it rain, oh Lord
Make it rain down, Lord
Just make it rain
Make it rain

Make it rain
Make it rain
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain

Make it rain
Oh, make it rain down
Make it rain
Oh, make it rain

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