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To the beast of falling rain Playing on the roof again Ideas float through, it's just a game Over being slow and down We could cruise around the town Smile, it's raining here right now And anyway what good is hanging to your hems? And anyway is yours as long as you'll pretend Not to be withheld or turn away Over pages under thoughts and here today We could move the window pane Sick of being all the same It's so dreary anyway And if the dark comes back at night Another time, another fight Just know tomorrow we'll be alright And anyway what good is hanging to your hems? And anyway is yours as long as you'll pretend Not to be withheld or turn away Over pages under thoughts and here today From Letras Mania