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You are the song I'm trying to write,
The song I’m trying to find.
As the raindrops drops drop,drop a few memories in my mind
Somethin's bothering me still,
Somethin’s left to find.
When it rains, a part of heart pains,
Not because of the pain, I cry
But the dreams that are pulled behind,
Are stillbothering my mind.
You know the song, still, youwon’t ever find,
You know the verse, you knew the rhyme,
You know the feeling, it’s thrillin’
The pain is what it is killing.
I won’t write about you,
Because you hold no worth
To be written about
But to remember instead.
The feeling, it’s thrillin’
Not worth killing.