| I met a traveler from a ancient land
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| He claimed to know where the cyclones rest
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| He said they’ll be strange changes in the weather
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| And it’s getting better, I must confess
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| I didn’t know if he’s a roadside profit
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| Or some psychic mystic from the east
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| But his words resounded with rolling thunder
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| Like Nasturtiums and Edger Casey
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| There’s gonna be a raw wind we need
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| With everybody praying for rain
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| From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
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| Down on your knees, praying for rain
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| Praying for rain
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| I saw an Indian on top of a Mason
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| His arms stretched out to the blood red sky
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| I knew exactly what he’s reaching for
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| He had that fire in his eyes
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| What made the river turn to dust?
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| A freak of nature or an act of man?
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| But I never thought I’d see the day
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| When the Arctic ice caps would’t be fading away
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| There’s gonna be a raw wind we need
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| With all the people praying for rain (Praying for rain)
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| From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
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| Down on your knees, praying for rain (Praying for rain)
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| Have mercy
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| There’s gonna be a raw wind we need
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| With all the people praying for rain
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| From the hot desert, out to Burning Man
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| Down on your knees, praying (Praying for rain)
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| There’s gonna be a raw wind we need
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| With all the people praying for rain (It's gonna be)
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| Down on your knees
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| Down on your knees
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| Begging for rain
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| Begging for rain (Begging for rain) |