LYRIC
If our raincoats were any indication
It was a wet one like the beach at Fuller's home
My visions of Suzanna drinking missiles
My visions of the past I left alone
I blotch your memory like my youthfulness
But even certain sounds can cause a dirty mess
(break)
Before I left I kissed your cheek and wept
I've never hated to hate to love like this
My shirt, its reds and blues they stain my skin
I told the two I love that I'd be back again
If puddles and the scraps of cloth return…
I'd give a thousand pounds just for a sunburn
Congratulations, to your ghost
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