Look at me
I can't see your face through the clouds
What you see is what you get
I can't be your raincloud
Well, who likes the rain anyway?
Come as you are
Rain on me
Come crashing down
My beautiful thunderstorm
Tell me
What really matters most to you
Compromise is not a word that I'd use lightly
At least not to you
Well, who likes the rain anyway?
Come as you are
Rain on me
Come crashing down
My beautiful thunderstorm
Tell me that you love me
You'll hold me forever
Thunder and lightning
Won't hold me back, not ever
Come as you are
Rain on me
Come crashing down
My beautiful thunderstorm
Well, who likes the rain anyway?













Comments
and cambridge is so pretttyyyy i might actually consider going
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*You're just the perfect man, no feet, no head, no hands . . . Can't you see? That's where we'll end the confusion*
Well, good luck with getting in, and NO SUICIDE KAYS.
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My heart needs somebody to love, stuck in Cydonia with Sugar, who's going down, giving thanks for the venom at the twilight of the innocents.
My friend once told me to just randomly retune my guitar and find odd chords that sound alright... I really should try it; though as the son of my music teacher it probably works better for him than it does for me =]
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Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore
When I Get Home You're So Dead
Mayday Parade
Yeah, my guitar teacher tells me to do that, but it never sounds any good when I do it. He wrote this beautiful song in a REALLY weird tuning... can't remember what it was...
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My heart needs somebody to love, stuck in Cydonia with Sugar, who's going down, giving thanks for the venom at the twilight of the innocents.
they all seem really nice there
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*You're just the perfect man, no feet, no head, no hands . . . Can't you see? That's where we'll end the confusion*
Or something of the like.
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My heart needs somebody to love, stuck in Cydonia with Sugar, who's going down, giving thanks for the venom at the twilight of the innocents.
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Consider this as a gift as you taste him on your lips
And he's making you scream with his hands on your hips
I hope he's leaving you empty baby this is just a fix
For such a simple little whore
When I Get Home You're So Dead
Mayday Parade
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Like sunsets on a summer night,
That flood my room,
Drowning me in beautiful light,
Just the way you would have wanted it.
You would have called me pretty things,
But you're not here,
And I'm not beautiful enough for the sunlight to speak pretty words.
i want to go to that one if i go, it seems the nicest haha
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*You're just the perfect man, no feet, no head, no hands . . . Can't you see? That's where we'll end the confusion*
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