by B.Picard
Floorboards were shaking underneath
While we tried to hide them
Even then, we'll have to face them
Pack you pockets with diamonds
I'll pack mine with gold
Punching holes, living on less and old
It's not fair, to see you go
I've been in the rain
For so long I'm drowning
Sometimes I'd be offshore
Coming back to lift and fix
What weighted more than a ton of bricks
Rolling lights on the street at night
And you're looking straight ahead
Even I, am starting to feel the dread
It's not fair, to see you go
I've been in the rain
For so long I'm drowning
It's not fair, to see you go
I've been in the rain
For so long I'm drowning
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