𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑉𝐼𝐼 - 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

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HONEYOUTH: the text as promised

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HONEYOUTH: the text as promised

TOPIC: if it rained your name

We never dedicated ourselves, dedicated the right songs.

Maybe because of us no one ever talks about them.

We never said the words, we never said the right words.

Not even accidentally, not even accidentally in silence.

The city is full of fountains, but thirst never disappears.

It will be the distraction, that I always have the Sahara in my mouth.

The city is full of shops, but then they always close

and only I remain to give the rest to the world.

If in the streets or in the confusion it rained your name, I would like to drink one letter at a time.

In the midst of a thousand people, station after station, and if I do not get off at the right one it's your fault.

We've never really met and we never really made fun of each other.

Not even accidentally, not even accidentally in silence.

The city meets your desert that I have always been watering.

It will be my mission, that I have a flower in my mouth.

If in the streets or in the confusion it rained your name, I would like to drink one letter at a time.

In the midst of a thousand people, station after station, and if I do not get off at the right one it's my fault.

But without you, who am I, a bunch of stacked expenses, a book in French that I don't even speak, not that well.

If you have to go, I'll pay for it. Sorry if I think out loud, sorry if I think out loud.

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