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Dark Clouds Mum sits watching her stories A slow death by daytime tv Upstairs undressing quietly You tell him you're nearly sixteen Tracing his name through the November night with a sparkler And you still cant believe just how quickly it faded away Dark clouds overhead Keep holding on to the wheel Just wanted to know how it feels to be loved Six weeks after the tragedy Clothes still unwrapped in a drawer Privately counting the calories The one thing that you still control All your mistakes are exposed like live wires from the ceiling And you're friends never listen to all of the things you don't say Dark clouds overhead Keep holding on to the wheel Just wanted to know how it feels to be loved, to be loved Dark clouds overhead Keep holding on to the wheel Just wanted to know how it feels to be loved, to be loved
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