There you go again,
but you know I am not a fool,
wake up with Sunday on my mind,
it still Tuesday what going on,
rain falls so hard,
for just to keep crying out loud,
do not ask me,
what has been on inside,
it will not make no deference,
at all, but only to me,
when do we both wake up,
from this lie, this hell,
we are both living in.
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