The skies are crying.
And im standing there, watching.
I put my hand in the air, try to touch the rain.
It soft, beautifull but at the same time it looks so sad.
The skies are crying.
You standing there, across the street.
And im standing here, watching.
Just go and run darling.
I'll not run to you like the old time.
I'll just standing here, watching you disapear.
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