I'm lying in my bed clueless
Of what my tomorrow possess
Until the cold weather sieze
My silent solitude with ease
Beside me the old radio is on
Classic is playing in my room
Slowly the rain is coming
Until the rain drops in rhythm
Hearing the rain brings me back
To those old memories I hate to track
Like an old movie in a classic way
And that old oak tree we used to play
Remember that broken carrousel?
Or the little secrets we never tell?
How about those cute origami we created?
And the love letters we traded?
Those were the old days, I know
That keep haunting me until now
Whenever it rains they come back
Then disappear when the rain stops
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