| Standing in the rain, a broken window pane
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| Rain drops fall upon my head
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| Nothing left to do, repetition’s turned me blue
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| And all of my thoughts are dead
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| I can see for miles, in every direction
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| I can see your hell, in your reflection
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| Tying up in bed, staring at her head
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| I wonder what she’s thinkin now?
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| All my thoughts are true, of what i said to you
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| It seems so much like home right now
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| I can see you with your back to the wall
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| I will be there when you finally fall
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| Nothing left you could say this time
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| You can’t weasel out this time but
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| I can see you with your back to the wall
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| Standing in the rain all the people look the same
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| The raindrops fall upon my head
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| Nothing left to do because my brain’s too full of glue
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| Its like my mind is overfed
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| (nothing witty seems to come to mind though)
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| Cornered with your back to the wall
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| Cornered with your back to the wall… |