| I stand still out in the rain
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| And look up at a broken sky
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| Every raindrop looks the same
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| They fall without pretending through the night
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| But water isn’t always what you see
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| Another surface lies beneath
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| Can you see this isn’t really me?
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| No this is someone else
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| I am just beneath the surface
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| In the…
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| And it hurries from my grasp
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| It runs between my fingers and my hands
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| It’s like an echo from my past
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| A mere forgotten future in the sand
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| The water is the tide of night that comes
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| A shadow pulls me down beneath
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| Maybe this is who I used to be?
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| But this is someone else
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| I am just beneath the surface
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| In the…
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| In the pouring rain
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| I’m bleeding, I die
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| And I’m crying in pain
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| I’m bleeding, I die
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| In the pouring rain
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| I’m bleeding, I die
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| And it drives me insane
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| I’m bleeding, I die |