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It's raining on the other side of these walls
The thunder reminds us of the times we hoped for nothing
but storms and creepy fishing boats to sink
We wave sometimes to pretend that nothing is changing
but you've gone on and i've gone off to get lost and devistated.
The lightning is lighting up the land
The bright light reminds me that my night life is crumbling when the pitch black begins to lose it's pitch
But devistation is not the same thing as disaster
One's all smiles, one's all laughter
Top it off
Clap and cough
Feel the rough
This is the little stuff
Trees are snapping
Trash is slapping my windows
I'm mapping out the stuff that the wind blows
He's blowing kisses
She's making fists
He's sinking boats
It's sinking in
She knows that things are changing
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