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There are just some things
That the rain can’t wash away
Not sins and not memories
History just can’t be undone

I still hop the train once in a while
And walk that sidewalk downtown
Sometimes I imagine
The bloodstains are still there

But of course they aren’t
The rain has washed them away
Far better than time has done
At washing away the memories

How quickly things changed
That sunny summer day
How much some things
Just seem to stay the same

I still love to stand out in the rain
With my face tilted to the sky
Hoping that there are things inside
That the rain can finally wash away