| I whisper beautiful secrets into
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| The drainpipes at night
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| For the old folks while they’re sleeping
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| Something to help them with their dreams
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| I climb the wall to the cemetery
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| Lay down on the grave of my father
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| I hear him asking me for forgiveness
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| So I close my eyes in prayer
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| And then a rainy-rainy-rain falls down
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| A cool rainy-rain upon my head
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| It makes the river overflow it’s banks
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| And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town
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| I pour whiskey in the honeycomb
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| It makes the bees all turn to angels
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| I watch 'em fly off into heaven
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| Disappear where I can’t follow
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| And I would write Jesus a letter
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| But I hear that he don’t speak English…
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| So instead I’ll just throw these cobblestones Until I ring that old church bell
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| Until the rainy-rainy-rain fall down
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| Cool rainy-rain upon my head
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| It makes the river overflow it’s banks
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| And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town
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| In Sleepy-town, you let the wild wind blow away your name
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| In Sleepy town, you let the healing rain just wash your pain away
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| I see a light on in the station
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| Yeah someone is waiting for a train
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| And I envy them their leaving
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| As I turn to head back home again
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| For soon the morning sun will rise
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| And this little town will open up its eyes.
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| And return from the land where I’ve never been
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| From a Sleepy-town, that’s free
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| From all that rainy-rainy-rain fall down
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| The cool rainy-rain upon my head
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| Make the river overflow it’s banks
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| And wash my cares away to Sleepy-town |