| I hear a threnody of rain sound
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| Upon a window, led astray,
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| A storm condemned it with a kiss,
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| Powerless to resist,
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| Born to taste the pain,
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| A force of nature devastates somehow,
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| But then it’s beauty can amaze,
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| That’s just the way I think of you,
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| Wonderful and cruel,
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| Ecstasy and pain.
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| And the timelines are critical
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| As the clock ticks away
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| But the fine lines are visible
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| In advance stage decay,
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| Does it touch you when you sleep?,
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| The decline is getting through now,
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| When it cuts you and you bleed
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| Is your silence hard to keep?
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| God I thought you were the one,
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| That is why this is so unbelievable,
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| I’m taking something for the pain now,
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| I really wish I could escape,
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| A jar of things I never say
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| Opened in a rage,
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| Words I can’t erase,
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| I wonder if I was to blame, and how
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| So many things in me have changed.
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| The choice is sample, not a list,
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| Die or break saway,
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| And the timelines are critical
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| As the clock ticks away
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| But the fine lines are visible
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| In advance stage decay,
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| Does it touch you when you sleep?,
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| The decline is getting through now,
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| When it cuts you and you bleed
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| Is your silence hard to keep?
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| God I thought you were the one,
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| That is why this is so unbelievable, |