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| Your words to me just a whisper Your faces so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause it's always raining in my head So I speak to you in riddles because My words get in my way. I smoke the whole thing to my head and feel it Wash away 'Cause I can't take anymore Of this, I want to come apart, or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart 'Cause it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention, though I always try to hide And I talk to you like children, but I don't know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed But it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said |
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