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When it rains it pours, the blood rises and it strikes a chord, am I after friends pinned up on boards, or a family portrait watered down, no more.. Two lanes leads unknowingly into next sec, tick tock, minutes sweeps, I'll be your fore.. Put my thoughts into factions, preventative measures, I'm torn.. Is it time, is it lore.. I fought for back then, sentimental pleasure, story's born.. Onto next, what have I done, I'm scorned.. Sorting out treasures endeavor, low and behold, emotions I've adorned..