Rain outside the window, and at home dripping from the faucet
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And one reminds, oddly enough
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In my heart, and silently beats from the TV screen
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The rain has nothing to do with it, I just understood a lot early
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Indescribably words time rushes and rubs against the walls
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Beats against the rocks, in a hurry, will not return back
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Looks with contempt at the mountains of unread books
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I once abandoned, in vain I abandoned them
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Intertwined with the melody of departed sounds
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Where are they? |
I don't know, separation is hard
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With them, they are more precious than all gold
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I would even pay to return the words
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Which once dropped without thinking, well, what can you do?
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I still have the power to change something, and this gives me hope
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It gives me hope
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Rain outside the window, and at home dripping from the faucet
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And one reminds, oddly enough
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In my heart, and silently beats from the TV screen
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The rain has nothing to do with it, I just understood a lot early
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And if every minute is filled with meaning?
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I will be sorry to let them go, smiling at the numbers
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And every hour will be like a small victory
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Well, at least on myself, I try and advise you
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Rain knocks on the window, pours all day
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And I've been trying to overcome laziness all day
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An empty notebook lies, offended by me
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I walk by like I don't see
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So many words, so many empty sheets...
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My path is calling me, but I don't hear the call
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It's hard to collect thoughts, because there are so many of them
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It used to be easier, I don't know, but now how?
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Probably got older, probably think more
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I try to make sense of my every line
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And if my world gives at least someone light
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So it's not all in vain, not in vain? |
Of course not
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Rain outside the window, and at home dripping from the faucet
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And one reminds, oddly enough
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In my heart, and silently beats from the TV screen
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The rain has nothing to do with it, I just understood a lot early
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Rain outside the window, and at home dripping from the faucet
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And one reminds, oddly enough
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In my heart, and silently beats from the TV screen
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The rain has nothing to do with it, I just understood a lot early |