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i stood out there

and i felt the cold rain

and i felt the frigid rain

making it's river through my skull

and i know it's not the same

it cracked me from side to side

the spillting pain- oh my heart could've died



and i saw you stand there

your very pressence repremanding there

my feet feel like cushions

on black ice

it was new and it was nice

and the way you stand there

and a cold outstreached hand there

i never felt it inside me

i left before i'd let it abid withi n my



and i saw you search me

and still you couldn't see

what was showed all along

-the rain echoing it's song

and i saw you loved me

dirt i nthe face love me

oh and how can i be free?

-with a love like that binding me



and you saw the cold pain

as i lay crawled up to rain

as much as you give and take it's just not the same

and i hear each cry screetch

as the droplets hit the street

and through my feet run through

it's the same song that lead me right to you



and yo watched me leae you

through stained glass

and where to

oh i'm still just a little wet

-or did you think that i'd forget?

and the rain poured my hand out

and love spilled overflowed

just like droplets on the pavment

and all of it's echos,...