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Jillith
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Well, the rain was acid
And the sky was black
He opened his umbrella
But he put it back
You're always on his mind
But he forgets your face
And when he hears you speak
Earth is such a lonely place

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And I couldn't feel at all
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And I fall

The forests grow around him
Such an awkward bloke, he was
And he stands above the remains
Of a man who couldn't love
Because he's

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And I cease to exist
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And I quit

Well, he's broken on the inside
And he's pining for your touch
But so long, my friend
He is gone again
But you won't be losing much
Because he's

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And the tears stream down your face
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the best worst kind of place

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