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I knew it was getting bad
When I couldn't wait for it
to rain

I knew it was getting bad
When I no longer wanted to
Speak to the people that
Made me most happy

I knew it was getting bad when I
Wished there were days I
Would go to sleep and never
Wake up

If only I knew it was going
To get this bad again I would've
Cherished the days I laughed
Until I couldn't breathe

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