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it rains...


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It rains.

It's late, you feel like you've forgotten something,

The streets are strange,

You don't speak the language...

It rains.

 

Did you think she was a statue, a painting

That you might catalog and store, musty and faithful?

One look, one touch at the base of her throat

Would have told you

Would have warned you

It rains.

 

Take a taxi,

Watch the liquid constellations come and go on the window glass;

It's late, you're lost, you feel like you'd like to forget something...

See her eyes in the streetlamps,

The meter clicks, you feel sick

And goodbye plays in your head like a song from an alleyway

The words foreign

But the music as familiar as your heartbeat

It plays on,

You dance this heart-cracked night to its end and

It rains.

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