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Dec 2014
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soft the fall of the rain in the dead of the night

Who can know just what is true and real ?

She said she was in love but that was yesterday



We tell our stories in such mundane ways

We seem at best like we don't really care

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The rain washes the blood from off the streets

Our dreams are broken and the nation gone

She said she'd love me for eternity

I haven't seen her in quite awhile

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Some of us live before we die

Some of us just walk around and never try



The rain keeps falling in the dead of night

The rain keeps falling in the dead of night

Keeps on falling

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No one really wonders why
Written by
jeffrey robin
365
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