there's some rain in here
but you'd never fix the roof
just let it soak on through
dripping in til we're flooded and
drowning amongst the wreckage
of this apartment
on the second floor
the neighbors don't know anything at all
it's behind closed doors
baby i'm just fucked up
but we're out of time
can i just have a minute
to find my piece of mind
let me stand for one more second
amongst this city by the sea
and don't you ever dream of me
cuz if i can't be near you
neither can my memory.
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