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It's raining outside and These beautiful things shining through my tears will feel the drops but never know my fears how could they if I don't? Rain drops Falling from the trees into the sky and you never ask why ignore the dots in the sky they're not there Rain falls on tattooed tough guys littering sidewalks with spit say they're trying to quit cigs for the sixth time and he's tired of lie tied together to hide his head when he cries from better eyes It's raining outside Slight stirrings before sunrise split seconds of conscientiousness before slipping into a sea of dreams I always have the most vivid dreams while the sun is rising It's raining outside but not in here not in my head not in my bed
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
It's Raining Outside
It's raining outside and These beautiful things shining through my tears will feel the drops but never know my fears how could they if I don't? Rain drops Falling from the trees into the sky and you never ask why ignore the dots in the sky they're not there Rain falls on tattooed tough guys littering sidewalks with spit say they're trying to quit cigs for the sixth time and he's tired of lie tied together to hide his head when he cries from better eyes It's raining outside Slight stirrings before sunrise split seconds of conscientiousness before slipping into a sea of dreams I always have the most vivid dreams while the sun is rising It's raining outside but not in here not in my head not in my bed
Copyright: Bennett Tyler
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Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 7:09 PM UTC
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