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got a call from a friend, who told me hello
asked if i was okay, well i don't think so
life doesn't care, about all my sorrows
i told him goodbye, then hung up the phone

it always rains in brainstorm valley
but there's no where to go
you can wash away your problems
and drown in your own

went to see this girl, to see if she's well
she told me about life, and how it's hell
like a sweet angel who slipped and fell
i waved her goodbye, and told her farewell

it always rains in brainstorm valley
but there's no where to go
you can wash away your problems
and drown in your own

i laid out on a road to look at the stars
i counted as much before i went back to the car
i played a sad song on my broken guitar
and wished the future could erase my scars


it always rains in brainstorm valley
but there's no where to go
you can wash away your problems
and drown in your own