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								And from 
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								My mind's 
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								And a song 
								I was writing is left undone 
								I don't know why I spend my time 
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								And so you 
								see I have come to doubt 
								All that I once held as true 
								I stand alone without beliefs 
								The only truth I know is you. | 
								
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								And as I 
								watch the drops of rain 
								Weave their weary paths and die 
								I know that I am like the rain 
								There but for the grace of you go I. | 
								
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