rain, rain
oh won't you stay
'til all my sins come out to play
then wash my dirty soul away,
please come again some other day,
for now my body's out to lay
in the sun
sun
mr golden sun,
please burn down on me
oh mister sun,
sun
mr golden sun
'cuz i don't deserve the shine, you see (as the shine implies morality)
these little children are asking you
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