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Rain came down, and thunder landed here
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Tears that once only rolled, flowed down there
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Booze and sadness have finally taken hold
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A cliche of love you could not break the mold
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Cry
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Shiver an' shriek, to a broken guitar string
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A melody that is broken
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A ghost of love, a murder that was not seen
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Shame it rains on a drunk's lonely tears
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I feel ashamed, how I prayed on her fears
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Booze like Rasputin, calculating an' cold
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Ashamed I was no better than demons of old
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Cry
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Streaming salt, the wound it does sting
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A girl's soul it is broken
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In a jerk asshole's broken little sling
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Cry on a wounded bleeding sore cheek
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I loved her like a hungry dog and his biscut treat
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Booze to a boob, nipple to the cold
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I came to find myself here so naked an' bold
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