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It rained today inside of me |
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Winds of dismay, they blew me away |
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I felt the change in the weather, whether it be my blame to place |
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It's over now |
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Don't tell me, don't tell me this is for good |
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and the leaves will never change |
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I'm waiting, still waiting for your face |
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to exceed a picture frame |
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It's four years and a work week to regret |
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and blame you all over again |
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Broken is more now than broken ever was then |
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Something with some form of fix has gone and grown hopeless |
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So invent the tools to mend years, years, years of negligence |
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And the ability to forget because it's all over now |
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You would not believe the degree of irony the could be in a |
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five letter metaphor |
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You wouldn't believe |
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And in a period of time, how many consistent increments compiled, |
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there could be for new that changes your life |
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You would not believe |
