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Song Lyric

Epiphany

Your words to me just a whisper

Your Faces so unclear

I try to pay attention

Your words just disappear

Cuz it's always raining in my head

Forget all the things I should have said

So I speak to you in riddles because

My words get in my way

I smoke the whole thing to my head

And feel it wash away

Cuz I can't take anymore of this

I want to come apart

Or dig myself a little hole inside

your precious heart

Cuz it's always raining in my head

Forget all the things I should have said

I am nothing more than a little boy inside

That cries out for attention

Though I always try to hide

And I talk to you like children

But I don't know how I feel

But I know I'll do the right thing

If the right thing is revealed

But it's always raining in my head

Forget all the things I should have said

-Staind

"The effect of the indulgence of this human affection is a certain cordial exhilaration. In poetry, and in common speech, the emotions of benevolence and complacency which are felt towards others are likened to the material effects of fire; so swift, of much more swift, more active, more cheering, are these fine inward irradiations. From the highest degree of passionate love, to the lowest degree of good-will, they make the sweetness of life."

-Ralf Emerson from First Essays on Friendship

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