Текст: Rachel Zamsteen. Drought.

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I burn the piano with a cigarette

I haven't been able to stop smoking yet

You know there really are other more important things than

You to be worrying about



But I'm in a drought



The clothes you're wearing make you look tall

Fashionably late miss my Wonderwall

Your empty chair leaves me with more than doubt



But I'm in a drought



Lucky breast plate number 3

On the left hand side was broken free

Left a space big enough to get you in

But you didn't show so I took the hint