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Through lacking of words all the rain ends Five minutes clay bell, only worse Lacking the way now, running around Lacking the fire lacking the words And polite in the way you were to feel nice And finding you're outed again, it feels nice Why did it pass? Ever as? Bury the word Found out too early all that's around Drifting a rainy route Barely an hour is all of the word You're running away in a while to feel nice You found out the way of the world, it feels nice You're finding out when, you have it all You're the belle of the ball You're the belle of the ball You're the belle of the ball From Letras Mania