today i am counting the rain
soothing my, my dulling pain
i reach in my pocket; empty
i don't even have my my key
i reach out to touch crystal drip
very cold but i refuse to taste
rain stop i must go, should go
sky is dark a promising snow
my phone is ringing i don't know who
whoever you're i believe i never owe
marching my days again for a dream
should i be worried caring for few
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