let the rain hide your tears
let the wind blow away your sorrow
let the sun shine away your fears
and let the moon show that theres a tomorrow
let the seas rise and bring back your tears
let the wind blow and bring back your sorrow
let the sun dim and bring back your fears
and let the moon never show so theres no tomorrow
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Song of the day: Suburbs - Junior Achiever
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
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