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May 28
Hey there
You're losing it friend
Don't bother about who I am
Just call me the voice of the rain

The oceans
Have pretty steep waves
These days you can't tell up from down
It's the same over and again

And when the days end
We trickle down
Call you over
Again and again

I don't care
What you think
Don't believe
In anything you see

Our name
Is watered down
How could yours then
Have any colour

You did all the things
You loathe
You will never
Be born again
We all do stupid **** for a living
Written by
Pointless Circle  26/M/France
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