rain drops on your forehead each of them with a tiny tiny star as we stand under a lantern across the street from a bar you say some words they sound like wind they make soap bubbles in my brain and you are such a candy fiend and i hope for more rain i hope for a flood of words not the candy or a swarm of flies i did not know the right chords my left hand was a liar so my guitar was wrong but i killed my goliath with a very small song a capella, under a salty rain between our hearts a nerve striking refrain ends and starts
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