| Black and gray clouds willow in the balance as the sun falls.
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| Rain plays a heart warming tune, on the pavement.
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| Emotions stir.
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| A feeling of warmness, compassion, I feel at home.
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| Disguised by surroundings.
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| As the torn and left in the gutter seek vengeance on their mistreated lives.
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| As the torn and left in the cold, seek vengeance on mistreated lives.
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| A silhouette stands still.
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| A cactus on a warm summer night.
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| But the rain falls cold and the moon shines bright.
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| Black as night.
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| Cold as ice.
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| Warm as home.
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| Ready to live.
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| Stars they shoot.
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| In a clear.
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| Across the sky.
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| As does my time.
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| Waiting, wanting, feeling, emotion.
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| Crying, breaking, loving, nothing.
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| Clouds swallow the moon, and I’m alone, thinking good times, and why’d they go?
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| Falling down, breaking down parts of me.
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| Fuck. |
| I need this place to get away from you.
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| Clouds swallow the moon, and I’m alone,
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| Thinking good times, and why’d they go? |
| X2
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| Clouds swallow the moon, and I’m alone,
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| Thinking good times, and why’d they go? |