Lyrics
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Sticks and stones
Hurt harder when you know their thrown
From no farther than your own sweet home
And you fall flat on the welcome mat
You won't be welcomed at
Walk that line
There's no when you gotta choose a side
There's no gray there's only black and white
And it just ain't right
If we fight then it's just like
Painting in the rain
Walking in slow motion trying to catch a moving train
Why we overdosing just to dull a little pain
Joining the parade just to march the other way
It's like painting in the rain
Fighting for a difference but we never wanna change
Right foot lifted, left foot chained
Eyes wide opened but denying what we see
We might as well be out painting in the
Rain, rain, rain
