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The air always smells of rain somewhere, right? So somewhere, you're always knocking on a door And somewhere, I'm behind the same door And somewhere, somebody is saying, 'It's for you' Even though you're not for me, and I can tell that just by smelling smelling the air (Which does not smell like rain) But these words are for you, They'll always be for you- And maybe someday I'll open the door. It won't be you, or maybe it will be you and maybe you'll be here for me Isn't that a nice story? You wouldn't believe the stories I tell myself while I sit here in the sun and dream of rain.
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
It's for you
The air always smells of rain somewhere, right? So somewhere, you're always knocking on a door And somewhere, I'm behind the same door And somewhere, somebody is saying, 'It's for you' Even though you're not for me, and I can tell that just by smelling smelling the air (Which does not smell like rain) But these words are for you, They'll always be for you- And maybe someday I'll open the door. It won't be you, or maybe it will be you and maybe you'll be here for me Isn't that a nice story? You wouldn't believe the stories I tell myself while I sit here in the sun and dream of rain.
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
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