If you were here
I could deceive you
and if you were here
you would believe
but would you suspect
my emotion wandering yeah
do not want a part of this anymore.
The rain water drips
through a crack in the ceiling
and I'll have to spend
my time on repair
but just like the rain
I'll be always falling, yeah
only to ride and fall again.
If you were here
I could deceive you
and if you were here
you would believe
but would you suspect
my emotion wandering, yeah
do not want to be a part of this anymore...
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