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This place smells like coffee and lit cigarettesI wear it like a jacket tied tight around my limbsI keep my eyes on where I'm going, my mind on where I've beenHome is but a haven for the broken and the weakA description that I feel becoming more and more like meBut I can't help but wonder where I'd rather beI miss the rain cloud I miss the in crowdFamiliar faces of a small townI'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss the rainCause there hasn't been a drop in all the places that I've stayingThe sun seems less important when you see it every dayI miss the rain cloud I miss the in crowdFamiliar faces of a small townThe people that you've come to know and places that you thought you could let goI miss the rain cloud I miss the in crowdFamiliar faces of a small town Aus Songtexte Mania