I like the stars, or the clouds when the sky is gray.
I drive in cars, run the lights into the wrong lane.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's raining.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's raining.
One hides the sky behind clouds, yet beneath the moon.
And so I drive.
Papers crack.
Blitz the flow.
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's raining.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's raining.
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, it's raining down
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, it's raining down
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, it's raining down
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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