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When God was young He made the wind and the sun And since then It's been a slow education And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same There's a screen door banging in the wind Remember you wanted to be like George Washington back then Everybody going down on themselves No pardon me's or fair thee wells in the end And you got that one idea again The one about dying Oh, oh, oh I'm lightning Oh, oh, oh I'm rain Oh, oh, oh it's frightning I'm not the same I'm not the same I'm not the same From Letras Mania