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wednesday, november 07. 2001
feelings are strange, especially when the come true, I had a feeling that you'd be leaving soon.  So I tried to rearange all my emotions, but it feels the same no matter what I do.  

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

Blue Umbrella rests upon my shoulder.  It hides the pain while the rain makes up my mind.  My feet are wet from thinking this thing over.  Its been so long since I felt the warm sunshine.

Give me one good reason.  And I promise I won't ask you anymore.  Just give me one extra season, so I can figure out the other four.

back in the saddle again.  i'm back.

 

 

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