Thursday, September 15, 2011
When It Rains...
And when it rains,On this side of town it touches, everything.Just say it again and mean it.We don't miss a thing.You made yourself a bedAt the bottom of the blackest hole (blackest hole)And convinced yourself thatIt's not the reason you don't see the sun anymoreAnd no, oh, how could you do it?Oh I, I never saw it coming.No, oh, I need the ending.So why can't you stayJust long enough to explain?
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