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A strangely familiar knock on the door,
Somebody's standing outside in the rain
i could swear ive seen her somewhere before
i'm wondering if i should let this stranger in.

staring on through the peep hole of memory
but there's only one thing i see clearly,
its cold out there, my heart it feels for her,
i want to comfort her, give her shelter,

but i know,
if i take her in,
there's a chance
ill be the one drowning,

a nomad in no man's land,
searching for little love and a guiding hand,
don't think me to be cruel,
i'm just a fool tired of being a fool

just a few nights stay for her,
might mean for me a stubborn visitor,
one who, even in her absence, refuses to leave,
if love is make-believe, you make me believe.

but i feel too old now to decieve,
a fast-aging heart into these damned webs we weave.
these damned webs we weave.

"give in baby, won't you give in?
heaven will envy the world we'll live in"
what good this world of yours if you're there to stay
for an always that lasts only so many days?

there's a strangely familiar knock on the door
she's still outside in the downpour,
i know i've seen her somewhere before,
but i'm not her problem anymore
no i'm not your answer anymore.

And its not because it isn't meant to be,
its because it doesn't mean to you what it means to me
And its not because it wasn't meant to be
its because it didn't mean for you what it meant to me