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hola2ng (m)
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Little pieces of pain as i stand in this rain something deep inside broken as i try to mend
The pieces that still remain as i pick roses from the ground they turn red from the wound how long more do i stay when you are no longer around
I can't stop the rain i'm thinking i'm drenched from head to toe I saw you leaving and i thought i don't want to see you go
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