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Grey
Grey skies
Do trick
Sometimes
It raining
Even when it's not
She's finding other things
To convince her time
He's quiet
Seems collected
But who could really tell
He would never
It's hard to know
I'd be the last
If I wasn't around
I never really searched
For the ground
When I was drunk
You pushed me down
I'll find a lover out
On the town
And the loud boys
They're fighting across the street
Again
Loud scream and crunching feet
Slipping on beer cans
