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Good shows after the rain

And a pretty little pain

Prick in my heart

Not a needle, it's you

Lame ideas and good times

For a split second you shined

I travled just to see tomorrow

Come down and break my sorrw

Ugly, foolish rhymes

For my heart to take in

Someday, I'll try again

Hopes on dopeand dreams above

I think you've had enough

Good shows after the rain

And a pretty little pain

Prick in my heart

Not a needle, only you

Awkward spaces

By easily amused faces

Like under construction error films

And breathing through homemade gills

After running up foreign hills

Across shallow sand

And under "God's" land

Oh the aroma of hate

When I give into fate

And I sing again

For the first time

I send a smile over to you

Because this is love we do

Feared by man and animal too

Will you stay for just a few

Now move on to another today

Just so you can say,

Please hold my hand

Good shows after the rain

And a pretty little pain

Not a needle, just you

Rape my beginnings and fuck my ends

To the constant drip I decend

I was afraid,

What is the world

Is not starved and carved by pain

Bleeding is breathing

I still can't believe what I'm recieving

Sweet release from just another day

And the ebony of truth's decay

Let's forget this hate

Before it's just too damn late

Good shows after the rain

And a pretty little pain

Prick in my heart

Not a needle it's you