If it's humid but forgets to rain,
(And) you stand alone, burdened by pain
Play the song that belonged to you
Play it right, play it slow, play it till the end.
And play it again...and again...and again.
Run it backwards; to where it started
Don't fight the memories along the way
Let it be, how it was meant to be
And maybe, you'll cross paths with yourself.
Perhaps, it'll rain...or perhaps, stay the same.
Perhaps, the rhythm will find you in the end.
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