You cleaned out your room
And under your bed,
Lay a picture long forgotten.
With a hand to your head,
You sigh out loud
As a memory rushes over,
And buries you.

A summer rain storm,
But the shed was dry,
With a girl from Carolina.
And you held her so tight,
For the warmth that the rain denied,
As a timer slowed to a flash.

So alive,
You listen to them when they say...
Cry in the sun.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
When the devil beats his wife.
If you cry, cry, cry (back-up) in the sun...
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
Yeah-eah.

We'd dance and sing out,
And trace the moon,
As it crawled across the night sky.
And covered in dew, a lover's pact:
Well, here's to now and don't look back.
And oh, how i tried to heed the words written here.

Cry in the sun.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
When the devil beats his wife.
If you cry, cry, cry (back-up) in the sun...
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
Yeah-eah.

For every one yeah.
There's a person, place or time,
That brings you back and makes you feel alive.
Before your reason clouds your eyes,
When you could rule the world if you wanted to...
Yeah.

Well, I hear you're livin' far away.
And that life's treated you well.
You know that we were young,
And this picture's old.
But I still can hear you say,
Through the poundin' of the rain.
And oh, if you try, tell me, can you hear them say...

Cry in the sun.
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
When the devil beats his wife.
If you cry, cry, cry (back-up) in the sun...
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
Hope I never see the price of my freedom.
Yeah-eah.

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Thanks to (Michele Brady) for correcting these lyrics. May 20, 2008