Raising your palms to the air
While soaking in the rain
The cold beats against your heart
Like the teardrops made of pain
Your eyes are only bloodshot
When you seek a subtle eye
Moving from face to face
While you pick a place to die
Memories will catch you
In the undertoe of waves
You'll wash ashore tomorrow
And the sun will shine that day
 
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