Every drop of rain on my tongue
Slips and drips a
And I know people who talk like you
I know people
All caught up in the rhythm of things
Waiting for a
We edged the shallow lake
Bubbled softly in the wake
Nothing here
We sacrificed our purity and crafted new identities
This tree ainĂ¢t
The fortune teller speaks of trouble
Spent all night making plans
You can pick me up in front of my home
I'll
The city yawns and stretches
There's songs to sing
With the voice
Everyone's trying to hide their love
Ambition that they glibly speak
You can pick me in front of my home
I'll be
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