It's 12 midnight, in the middle of the dark.
And it's raining like it's never gonna stop.
I'm walking in the rain without an umbrella.
And right now, I feel like hell. Yeah, like hell.
After a short talk between you and me,
which didn't go well as it was supposed to be,
I've realized that I can never impress you.
'Cause I can't even live up to your expectations.
I just wish they'd be washed away with this pouring rain.
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