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• Artiste: Skinner
• Titre: Here Comes The Rain
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Slowly to my chamber turning All the soul inside me burning I’m bleeding from my mouth concerning Distant in my own decerning Peaceful like a body floating Upside down in lukewarm oceans I’m sick of proving my devotion To over worked and sick emotions Oh, it isn’t me it isn’t me But I don’t know what else to be Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Black and blue from singing sorrows Ill think of yesterday tomorrow Never gave back what I borrowed All the secretes safe and swallowed I am now the face of no one Haunted by retired omens Oh every hour and every moment Is stale from never being opened Oh, it isn’t me it isn’t me But I don’t know what else to be Here comes the rain Here comes the rain I am just a flower that grew from the dirt Photosynthesising this pain and hurt I am just a flower that grew from the dirt Photosynthesising this pain and hurt I am just a flower that grew from the dirt Photosynthesising this pain and hurt I am just a flower that grew from the dirt I’m a stain on the shirt of this world Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Here comes the rain Rain rain rain