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Zac Brown

Zac Brown

Let it rain

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Baby I'm wounded, the pain, it is passing
Can you hold back the show for a while?

Beneath the hat that I’'m wearing, the storms are all brewing
And baby it’'s time to go on

Construction is folding and the wood, it is cracking
And the thoughts are all starting to fall

There's more to say than what's been said
And people are climbing the wall

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons darken my door
Lay the past in the graveyard
The things that can’'t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness out of your mouth
There’'s no room left for darkness
When you'’re filled with the light it comes out

The truth hurts the worst so you might as well face it
So the slate can again be wiped clean

Stand on the shore of tomorrow’'s horizon
Let music set you free

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons darken my door
Lay the past in the graveyard
The things that can’'t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness out of your mouth
There’'s no room left for darkness
When you’'re filled with the light it comes out

It’'s a call to all fighters, all sinners and thieves
Fill their ears with the music that sets their hearts free

I smash these strings til my fingers bleed
Lay down all your burdens and sing back to me

(Chorus – part 1)
Let it rain, let it pour
Let these skeletons darken my door
Lay the past in the graveyard
The things that can’'t hold me no more

(Chorus – part 2)
Breathe in deep, let it out
Wash the bitterness out of your mouth
There’'s no room left for darkness
When you'’re filled with the light
There’'s no room left for darkness baby
There’'s no room left for darkness
When you'’re filled with the light it comes out

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