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Ha Ha of course
They can’t take the ring back
I’m force
Fully fucked in my ass
Now six hundred dollars
Of tax return cash
Is lost
All tossed into the past
Flame
Oh won’t it fucking rain
On
Me
Oh won’t it fucking rain
Please God before
I’m burned red and black
Extinguish
This flame on my back
Send me some help
I’ve lost all control
Forgot
How to stop, drop, and roll
Rain
Oh won’t it fucking rain
On
Me
Oh won’t it fucking rain
Should I be allowed
To complain out loud
About
The pain in my heart
Because after all
I had a choice
To quit
Before it had to start
I must be dumb
Thought I could be numb
I thought
I could forget it all
But
I don’t decide
For the one that must hide
Won’t care
Or have a conscience inside
Why
Oh God
Help me out here
Please send me some rain
Please make some things clear
I’m so sick of the pain
Why am I so burnable
It’s all non-returnable
Now who should I trust
Who should I trust
In
God
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