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Hail
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2007
the way hail falls in novemeber
like little bullets in my soul
hard and harsh like contraband
now I know I've lost controll
and snow flakes on your window
are like ice within my mind
sweet and soft like lullabyes
five years of being blind
now hail falls in november
and our lies come to an end
real and raw like emotions
and I can no longer pretend
