Probably the first in a year.
The sound of rain on my window.
The sound of rain on my window.
The striking flash and the rumble in the sky.
It reminds me of home.
It reminds me of you.
And all the chance that i let go to let you know.
All the courage that always seems to boil away.
All the time that never been right.
All the excuse that always seems to be true.
-f
All the courage that always seems to boil away.
All the time that never been right.
All the excuse that always seems to be true.
-f
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