You want play, but the forecast for the weather
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Just couldn't ever explain the rain
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That leaves a mark for all of us to see.
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Cause we are alone and we won't escape the rain.
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It's left its mark on all of those who are known for,
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Known for playing games.
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Get in the fire with die-cast hardware.
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This forced emotion to never give a care.
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When the needle hits the skin
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And the paper touches pen
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I will let go of myself and do this all over again.
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Do this all again
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Take my skin.
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I can't wait till you're in
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So the whisper can erase my face (my face)
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If you start to think of how
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I traded love for hate
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And why I chase the rain.
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Get in the fire with die-cast hardware.
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This forced emotion to never give a care.
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When the needle hits the skin
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And the paper touches pen
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I will let go of myself and do this all over again.
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The same old song,
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You want it but I am not yours
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I am not yours
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Get in the fire with die-cast hardware.
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This forced emotion to never give a care.
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When the needle hits the skin
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And the paper touches pen
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I will let go of myself and do this all over again, again
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Whisper Of Sin
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| So They Say |
