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                                        blank page is all the rage
                                       never meant to say anything
                                         in bed I was half dead
                                        tired of dreaming of rest
                                      got dressed drove the state line
                                    looking for you at the five and dime
                                      stop sign told me stay at home
                                       told me you were not alone
                                       balnk page was all the rage
                                       never meant to hurt anyone
                                         in bed I was half dead
                                        tired of dreaming of rest
                                         you haven't changed
                                          you're still the same
                                        may you rise as you fall
                                     you were easy you are forgotten
                                     you are the ways of my mistakes
                                          I catch the rainfall
                                        through the leaking roof
                                        that you had left behind
                                           you remind me
                                         of that leak in my soul
                                            the rain falls
                                           my friends call
                                        leaking rain on the phone

                                       take a day palnt some trees
                                       may they shade you from me
                                      may your children play beneath

                                       blank page was all the rage
                                       never meant to say anything
                                         in bed I was half dead
                                        tired of dreaming of rest
                                      got dressed drove the state line
                                    looking for you at the five and dime
                                     but there I was picking pieces up
                                           you are a ghost
                                           of my indecision
                                           no more little girl