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I don't mind
you're someone that ain't mine,
but someone that I'll get.

And you don't know
how hard
I've tried
to convince myself that I
can easily forget.

But you left this feeling
here inside
of me;
one that never fails
to find me:

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside of me,
like the days of summer.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside me,
in the hopes of one day.

I won't lie:
I still can't say
that I
admit we went too far.

And you won't see me
change
my mind;
but I really wish
that I
could forget the way you are.

But you left this feeling
here inside
of me;
the battle in my mind
still fights me.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside of me,
like the days of summer.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside me,
in the hopes of one day.

I can see that
you're not
beside me.

But I still feel you
shine inside of me.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside of me,
like the days of summer.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside me,
in the hopes of one day.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside of me,
like the days of summer.

On a rainy Monday,
I feel it inside me,
in the hopes of one day.