The story
Some breaks leave a mark water can’t wash away.
He stands at the sink with the faucet running, watching drip after drip darken the same old stain. The room is full of small fixes—a rag, a bent spoon, a cup set under the leak—but nothing stops what keeps coming through, and he learns that some pain does not fade just because the house keeps moving.
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Lyrics
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