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wind blows
rains come
beating on the rooftop like a drum
turn off the radio
the TV too
and settle in my arms like morning dew

maybe waging wars will never end
seems everyone’s got something to defend
maybe everything thing is broken
Till you’ve found someone to hold onto
and maybe that is you

I’m not good at math
I talk too much
I’m never with the times, I’m out of touch
hate my job
i’m always late
and i’ve been known to dream my life away

maybe i will never get ahead
i’ll never own a house or have a kid
maybe I’m a fuck-up
With bad hygiene and a bad tattoo
but maybe you are too

time to show
what’s underneath
you're right beside me now I'm shakin' like a leaf
to hold my mask
to take it off
i’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop

and maybe you will find a place to lay
with the other ones that time did take away
maybe everything will break again
As fragile things are bound to do
fragile things like you

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