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Presently, the future is in the middle of a love triangle,
With calamity and me in the corner starting to feel uncomfortable.
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?
The more I try to separate, the better it feels to get right in the way.
And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.
Seems to me that being the middle is starting to get me in trouble.
I tried to run away but they have a talent for making trouble seem enjoyable.
The more I try to separate, the better it feels to get right in the way.
Should I douse the spark or fan the flames or merely think of clever things to say?
And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.
Runaway train...
And I try so hard to get out of the way of that runaway train.
Oh, how I do love the rain.
Runaway train...