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Rain falls angry on the tinned roofas we lye awake in my bedyour my survival, your my living proofthat love is alive and not deadso tell me that we belong togetherdress it up with the trappings of loveill be captivated, ill hang from your lipsinstead of shallowed heartachefrom heartache that hangs from aboveill be your crying shoulderill be loves suicideand ill be better when im olderill be the greatest fan of your lifeand i dropped out, ive burned upive fought my way back from the deadand i tuned in, i turned onremember the things that you saycuz ill be your crying shoulderill be loves suicideand ill be better when im olderill be the greatest fan of you lifeill be your crying shoulderill be loves suicideand ill be better when im olderill be the greatest fan of you life |
