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Rain
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I don't feel a thing
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»ç¹°ÀÌ ´À²¸ÁöÁö ¾Ê¾Æ
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and I stopped remembering
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±×¸®°í ³ ±â¾ïÇÏ´Â °ÍÁ¶Â÷ ¸ØÃè¾î.
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The days are just like moments turned to hours
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¼ø°£°°Àº ³¯µéÀº ½Ã°£À¸·Î º¯ÇØ°¬Áö
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Mother used to say
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¾î¸Ó´Ï´Â ¸»ÇÏ°ï ÇßÁö
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if you want, you'll find a way
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³×°¡ ¹Ù¶õ´Ù¸é, ±æÀ» ¹ß°ßÇÒ°Å´Ù
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Bet mother never danced through fire shower
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾î¸Ó´Ï´Â Æۺ״ ºÒ ¼Ó¿¡¼ ÃãÃ纸½Å ÀûÀº ¾ø¾ú¾î.
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Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
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ºø¼ÓÀ» °È´Â´Ù, ºø¼ÓÀ», ºø¼ÓÀ»
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I walk in the rain, in the rain
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³ ºø¼ÓÀ» °È°í ÀÖ¾î. ºø¼ÓÀ»
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Is it right or is it wrong
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±×°ÍÀÌ ¿ÇÀº°¡? ¾Æ´Ï¸é Ʋ¸°°¡?
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and is it here that I belong
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±×¸®°í, ³»°¡ ¼ÓÇÑ °÷ÀÌ ¿©±âÀϱî?
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I don't hear a sound
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¼Ò¸®°¡ µé¸®Áö¾Ê¾Æ
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Silent faces in the ground
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ħ¹¬ÀÌ Áö¸éÀ» ¸¶ÁÖÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾î
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The quiet screams, but I refused to listen
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Á¶¿ëÇÑ ºñ¸í, ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ µè±æ °ÅºÎÇßÁö.
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If there is a hell
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¸¸ÀÏ Áö¿ÁÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù¸é
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I'm sure this is how it smells
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³ ÀÌ°ÍÀÌ ±× ³¿»õ¶ó°í È®½ÅÇØ
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Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't
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ÀÌ°ÍÀÌ ²ÞÀÌ±æ ¼Ò¿øÇÏÁö¸¸, ¾Æ³Ä, ±×°Ç ¾Æ³Ä.
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Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
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ºø¼ÓÀ» °È´Â´Ù, ºø¼ÓÀ», ºø¼ÓÀ»
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I walk in the rain, in the rain
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³ ºø¼ÓÀ» °È°í ÀÖ¾î. ºø¼ÓÀ»
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Am I right or am I wrong
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³»°¡ ¿ÇÀº°¡? ¾Æ´Ï¸é Ʋ¸°°¡?
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and is it here that I belong
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±×¸®°í, ³»°¡ ¼ÓÇÑ °÷ÀÌ ¿©±âÀϱî?
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Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
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ºø¼ÓÀ» °È´Â´Ù, ºø¼ÓÀ», ºø¼ÓÀ»
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I walk in the rain, in the rain
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³ ºø¼ÓÀ» °È°í ÀÖ¾î. ºø¼ÓÀ»
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Why do I feel so alone
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¿Ö ³ª´Â ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¿Ü·Î¿òÀ» ´À³¢´Â °É±î
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For some reason I think of home
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³»°¡ ÁýÀ» »ý°¢Çϱ⠶§¹®À̾ß
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