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Tears IV
Tears are the plasters to the scabs on my soul
The walls between spilling and falling
Empty and whole
But my waterfalls are wise
I think they know too much
Because no matter how hard I try
When it comes to the rain I find I'm all out...
The walls between spilling and falling
Empty and whole
But my waterfalls are wise
I think they know too much
Because no matter how hard I try
When it comes to the rain I find I'm all out...
