When the rains came
the streets filled up like rivers
and we
Well, you had it all along.
Some days you still don't
Fresh with exhaustion down in warm grass.
With the birds callin
Before we got out, I had my doubts
but walking around
The past is prophetic; Some days I am poetic.
Some days
Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never,
Where could we ever go?
Where the party’s all we
tell me what you've done to me
can we please
Today a great wave passed over me; ate me whole
You’re my desert, the line between the sky
and where the
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