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sábado, 27 de noviembre de 2010

When it rains

And when it rains on this side of town it touches everything. Just say it again and mean it, we don't miss a thing. You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole and convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore.

And when it rains you always find an escape, just running away from all of the ones who love you, from everything. You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole and you'll sleep till May, you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.

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