by GFLee
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by GFLee
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There's someone standing in the rain like they have no place to go Maybe that someone is you, maybe someone you don't aim to know Maybe lost possessions Maybe stolen property You just lie around waiting on a signal from heaven Never had to heal any deep incision Darling you are not moving any mountains You are not seeing any visions You are not freeing any people from prison Just an aphorism for every occasion As if the only thing that ever matters is your place at the table You never read the writing on the label when you drank from the bottle it said Keep Away From Children This is stolen property, this is stolen property Let her run away Let her run, let her run away She can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now She don't belong any more, learn the hard way She don't belong here anymore Finders keepers, losers weepers Finders keepers, losers weepers This is stolen property, this is stolen property Reach out in the darkness now she's not there Reach out it's getting darker now she's not there Reach out it's getting darker now She don't belong anymore, learn this the hard way She don't belong here any more You stumble, sometimes fall Pick yourself up! Hold yourself up to the light! Duck your head ! Watch for the blade! Can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now This is stolen property This is stolen property This is stolen property This is stolen property
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