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i try to talk to heaven above
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something's not right with this thing called "love"
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a bottomless ocean of doubts and fears
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and this scenario stands the test of years
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i try to bargain with hell below
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to pull me out from the wreckage i know
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to pull me up just to fall back down
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im growing accustomed to the vacant sound
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so now i'm calling out to the rain
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my body absorbing tomorrow's pain
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my tongue is sharp - my flesh is numb
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from wounds you stabbed at zero sum (calling out to the rain...)
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there's an alien cry - for the question why
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in another world - with a different sky
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the sky is still red and the air is thin
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a photograph in the blowing wind
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i try to grab it with my hand
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the hand that meets the heart's demand
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the heart that beats against the will
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the will to leave where I am still
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i turn around - and i ask again...
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and i'm calling out to the rain - my body absorbing tomorrow's pain
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a touch of grace - a slap in the face
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a different time in the same damn place
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a smothered pout - a long term doubt
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and still dont know what the hell it's all about
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if guilty thoughts can place the blame
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then I dont want to think again
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'cause it bites too much when the flesh is pierced
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and it only bites more to think
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calling out to the rain...
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so now i see a chance escape to leave behind this binding fate
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i realize and pulverize this unconscious cycle of human demise
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the world cant be entirely in the same situation as you and me...
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look around...
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how can you love and hate the same, and live to feel both joy and pain?
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why is who means most to you - most vulnerable to what you do?
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paradox
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| State Of Being |
