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A little bit of rain on ma face
A little bit of memories in ma head
Which rain drop will win this race?
Who with I will be killing maself?

How much rain will I run over?
How many words will I recall?
How many things in me I will find still moving?
After you went offÂ…..

And I will be watching rain shaking on ma window
Right now IÂ’m feeling this water closing ma eyes
They are trying to make me do this bow
But I donÂ’t wanna accept what I donÂ’t like

I believe this rain will stop when the time comes
I believe you will come back to me soon
You will clear away all ma scars
And I will avoid this strange doom

And this mordant rain will turn into nothing
The sun in me will be shining again
And I will look in your eyes flashing
Recalling ma unhappy past that is totally away