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Rain
It falls in her soul
it's not a poem to write
Her heart only beats
for the tears that she fights
All the latches are broken
and the door's open wide
since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side
Hard drinking and thinking
about the day that they flew
doesn't stop her from trusting
her love would win through
and when the lovebirds made a home
in a town far away
she never stopped hoping
she'd see him one day
The path to the church
is worn down by her shoes
She prays every day
he'll grow tired of his muse
Maybe God doesn't listen
and the Devil don't mind
if she wastes her whole life
chasing love she won't find
Cheating comes easy
when a man's head is turned
but her lesson from loving
is harder to learn
now her dreams are a prison
and the bars are his lies
since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side--
Since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side
it's not a poem to write
Her heart only beats
for the tears that she fights
All the latches are broken
and the door's open wide
since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side
Hard drinking and thinking
about the day that they flew
doesn't stop her from trusting
her love would win through
and when the lovebirds made a home
in a town far away
she never stopped hoping
she'd see him one day
The path to the church
is worn down by her shoes
She prays every day
he'll grow tired of his muse
Maybe God doesn't listen
and the Devil don't mind
if she wastes her whole life
chasing love she won't find
Cheating comes easy
when a man's head is turned
but her lesson from loving
is harder to learn
now her dreams are a prison
and the bars are his lies
since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side--
Since the day he ran off
with that girl at his side
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