| As the rain keeps pouring down, everything’s so sad and cold
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| Learning to live with it all, learning to live with it all
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| Sometimes it seemes like it all stands still
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| Sometimes it feels like, my own will
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| Awaiting it all to come, damaged as life upon
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| Never will we be free, TORTURED!
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| All the tears that we’ve shed, reflecting ourselves within
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| Pale, white, by myself outburned.
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| The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than
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| Than the shiver down our spines
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| The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than
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| Than the shiver down our spines
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| All the tears that we’ve shed, reflecting our selves within
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| Pale, white, by myself outburned.
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| As the rain keeps pouring down, everything’s so sad and cold
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| Learning to live with it all, learning to live with it all
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| Sometimes it seemes like it all stands still
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| Sometimes it feels like, my own will
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| The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than
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| Than the shiver down our spines
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| The things we touch makes us feel nothing more than
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| Than the shiver down our spines |