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• Written by GeneYes
It seems like... I'm slipping in this Acid Rain
I'm tripping at it's name, addict aimed
For the highest point, never ready for the fall
But aren't we all... aren't we all
A drop of paint, ready for the brush
But not thinking 'bout the stroke
We're thinking 'bout the rush
Angry as we wait for our grain of sand
to reach the others, not wondering about the trouble
That lays in wake, as we wake beneath our covers
But brother, sister, mother, father
Today I don't have a roof to keep the rain at bay
It seems like... I'm slipping in this Acid Rain
I'm tripping at it's name, addict aimed
For the highest point, never ready for the fall
But aren't we all... aren't we all
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GeneYes
Member since May 24 2014