The Rain
It Drip
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And I can feel it on my soul
The pounding; The aching
All of me is Dead
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And I can feel myself going
My hope for you is fading
I'm not important
To anyone, not how I want to be
I'm Slipping
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And soon I'll be gone
I'll have nothing to hold onto
You'll be happier
With Her
and I'll just be the Rain
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Down the window pane