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Cocaine rain

He was riding in an empty train
Speaking to no one, but his friend, Pain
People watched him, and thought he's insane
He wasn't insane, he dreamed of Cocaine Rain.
He was in love. The love killed his brain.
He was a man, who lost his name.
He wore the spikes and he wore the chain.
He looked through the window at Cocaine Rain.
He had enough money to buy a plane
Or to go to Vegas to play a card game.
He could've traveled to France and Spain
He took all his money and bought Cocaine Rain.
White as it is, is white to remain
Nothing to lose is nothing to gain.
The breeze is the same as the hurricane.
And he is the one, he is Cocaine Rain.