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I stumble through the wreckage,
rusted from the rain.
There's nothing left to salvage,
no one left to blame.
Among the broken mirrors,
I don't look the same.
I'm rusted from the rain,
I'm rusted from the rain.

Dissect me till my blood runs down into the drain.
My bitter heart is pumping oil into my veins.
I'm nothing but a tin man,
I don't feel any pain.
I don't feel any pain,
I'm rusted from the rain.

kertosäe:
Go on... Crush me like a flower,
rusted from the rain.
Go on... Strip me of my powers,
beat me with your chains.
And if... I'm the king of cowards,
you're the queen of pain.
I'm rusted from the rain,
I'm rusted from the rain.

You hung me like a picture,
now I'm just a frame.
I used to be your lap dog,
now I'm just a stray.
Shackled in a graveyard,
left here to decay
I'm rusted from the rain.