IS ( / Norway)

Bloody Rain

Sitting, standing, sleeping whatever
it all comes down to the weather
now it's raining blood
hitting my skin like the sun
I wanna be the one
that runs, faster than faster
like Letty the street racer just face her
You got nothing on me now
I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere you stare
But please don't let me share
all the dirt inside, it isn't worth the care
But now I take the time to apologize
I didn't mean to be the fraud
I can't even improvise!
I didn't mean to, I'm sorry.
Now I guess you wont be calling.
And I will be falling
down.

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