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I WALK IN EMPTY ROOMS
THEY REMIND ME OF SOME YOU
WHEN I FOUND YOUR NOTE
LYING ON THE FLOOR
BY THE DOOR
[REF:]
ALL THE LEAVING TRAINS
THEY NEVER COME AGAIN
SHE'S LIKE THE POURING RAIN
SHE'S SOAKING ME INSANE
BUT I CAN LAUGH ABOUT IT
BECAUSE IT ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY
REMEMBER BETTER DAYS
EVERY TIME
SHE LEFT
AGAIN
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