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Things As the rain keeps pouring down, everything's so sad and cold |
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Learning to live with it all, learning to live with it all |
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Sometimes it seemes like it all stands still |
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Sometimes it feels like, my own will |
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Awaiting it all to come, damaged as life upon |
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Never will we be free, |
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TORTURED! |
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All the tears that we've shed, reflecting ourselves within |
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Pale, white, by myself outburned.. |
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The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than |
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Than the shiver down our spines |
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The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than |
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Than the shiver down our spines |
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All the tears that we've shed, reflecting our selves within |
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Pale, white, by myself outburned.. |
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As the rain keeps pouring down, everything's so sad and cold |
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Learning to live with it all, learning to live with it all |
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Sometimes it seemes like it all stands still |
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Sometimes it feels like, my own will |
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The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than |
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Than the shiver down our spines |
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The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than |
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Than the shiver down our spines |
