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Rain prt2
Crazy thoughts nights turn into days
Your love turns to an ugly kind of forgiveness
Thoughts of a time that has long past
Numbness in my soul I know
What I touch turns into dust
Clouds are passing wasting ime
The air seems thicker to breathe not sure what that means
Killed my brain cells one by one I think my goose is finished cooking
I’ve done listening to the radio is not really helping me
Every song reminds me of a time about you and me
i hear your name again how random is that
I think it's about to rain now I think I might just have a lay down.
Your love turns to an ugly kind of forgiveness
Thoughts of a time that has long past
Numbness in my soul I know
What I touch turns into dust
Clouds are passing wasting ime
The air seems thicker to breathe not sure what that means
Killed my brain cells one by one I think my goose is finished cooking
I’ve done listening to the radio is not really helping me
Every song reminds me of a time about you and me
i hear your name again how random is that
I think it's about to rain now I think I might just have a lay down.
Published 25th Sep 2017
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