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I sang myself to sleep

Guess I still do

Could you hold my hand? I can't

I never learned how to

And all the years

That hang like rain

I often wish

Them back again

But somewhat born

And half awake

A parking lot

A bellyache, oh

And every time I turn to find

There's no one there

I feel it like it's shining new

And fall again

And all the years

That hang like rain

I often wish

Them back again

In ribbons tied

Around our waist

I held your arms

You wore my face

And something in

The evening sky

Said "holy holy

Sick am I"

But so are you

And there you stand

A garden wall

A wеatherman