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#21 |
Have My Own Room
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This was the song that was playing when the funeral procession pulled into the Fort Snelling National Cemetary for my father's funeral:
Epiphany - Staind Your words to me just a whisper Your faces so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear 'Cause its always rainin in my head Forget all the things I should have said So I speak to you in riddles 'cause my words get in my way. I smoke the whole thing to my head and feel it wash away 'cause i can't take anymore of this, I want to come apart. or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart 'Cause its always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention yet I always try to hide 'Cause I talk to you like children, Though I don't know how I feel But I know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed 'Cause its always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said |
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