It’s that haunting sound
I hear your voice in the rain
Your face still hurts me.
A sweet pain savoured
I stare too long at the rain
Hard to pull away
Lying to myself
Maybe you’re thinking of me
Somehow I doubt it.
It’s that haunting sound
I hear your voice in the rain
Your face still hurts me.
A sweet pain savoured
I stare too long at the rain
Hard to pull away
Lying to myself
Maybe you’re thinking of me
Somehow I doubt it.
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