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And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes
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"I never thought that I'd have enough of your heart to be able to break it"
when the inveitable comes, it comes like the storm, leaving you to wonder how you could ever think that the sunlight would actually last.
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