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Post by corganlover on Feb 14, 2005 21:17:22 GMT -5
tears like rain... the same old rain that came to stain the same old pillows the dirt of a dirty game
have you no shame?
the same old rain but a different man...and a different plan...but the daydream was a sham the scam of a man another man who tried to lie who tried to spy as if i should be left there to DIE ...
but i'm dying the same old sigh and eyeing the wrong cold guy, crying my eyes dry until the next rain, the same old rain, but a different game.
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