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Paroles : The Bad News Of Threes

I've been watching clouds
Gather out my window
And hanging over head
And I've been watching rain
Forming little puddles
That I've been drowning in

And in my head its all the same every time
And I have come to see it's not on my side
Everything that I have done
I've tried to feel like I'm alive

It is growing late and I am growing wary
That bad news comes in threes
The minutes on the clock, they've never felt so heavy
The way they turn on me
But I am not a savior, I am not a chosen one
So where do I begin to fall apart?
The rain lost in oceans, where I am falling in

And in my head its all the same every time
And I have come to see it's not on my side
Everything that I have done
I've tried to feel like I'm alive

And in my head I fear I've lost my mind
And I have come to see time's not on my side
Every little thing I've done
I've tried to feel just to feel alive