| You soak me through, I taste the rain
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| It’s a stormy love with you
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| As your maze blooms behind my gaze
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| There’s a stormy love with you
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| If it’s all I do
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| Pieces of you float me, stormy
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| You drown my gloom, your scent it glows
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| It’s a stormy love with you
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| I taste the fumes, heavy flows
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| There’s a stormy love with you
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| If it’s all I do
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| Pieces of you float me, stormy
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| Night’s blown, but I’m still logging summer cold
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| The words that she said, tip-toe and show me, stormy
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| I think of you and I, places and blooms we left behind
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| And words that she said tip-toe and show me, stormy
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| Oh, stormy, stormy, oh, stormy |