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Apr 2011
Rain pouring, pouring
Harsh words
I'm locked out.
Dizzy, cold
Sad, alone
You held me all night
Didn't let go
Rain, I don't mind
Incense clothes
You held me all night
The Devil's calling on my phone (he won't stop)
I gotta go...
Written by
danie
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