raining in vacant eastern rooms

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water, slowly, flowing
down the stream
they hear me as i scream
i love you
from the top of my lungs
strung
like a puppet
hung
from the ceiling
done with this
oh baby
im done with this
done with lying
done with crying
i have to tell you
oh baby
i love you
and im sorry for not telling you earlier

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