We have been here before, you've made everything sour,
I can't do anything but wish to do more.
You've had much, too much on your heart to bore,
I've had my heart and mind tore.
Nothing to say which you haven't heard before.

You lock your door, but it'll still pour,
You'd abhor yourself and those you adore.
We've been here before,
You've made me part of this lore.
I'll wait for thee, therefore, to come again to adore,
Because it is you I adore.

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