Let go of rain,
It's not your song to sing, no more;
Goodbye blame.
Weights can't lift you up,
But you can find ways to drop them.
Can you feel the wind?
Say you do, it's how we'd all begin,
Then comes reason then purpose.
Well, you will find your way,
In the meantime, may the sun bless you with its rays.
It's how we learn.
It has to hurt, it has to hurt.
Every single turn,
Don't beg your pardon;
Your'e not someone's victim.
(It has to hurt) it has to hurt.
You can ask the spring,
How it is when the buds are bursting.
You can watch the birds,
When they fly across the world.
Weights can't lift you up,
You can find a way to drop them.
When the new ones weigh you down,
You'll be on top of them.
Oh, don't mind the fall,
Breakdown when it burns.
Please, don't be concerned.
Cause, it's how we learn.
It has to hurt, it has to hurt.
Every single turn,
Don't beg your pardon;
Your'e not someone's victim.
(It has to hurt) it has to hurt.
It's how we learn,
Don't be concerned.
It has to hurt.
Every single turn,
Don't beg your pardon;
You're not someone's victim.
(It has to hurt) it has to hurt.
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