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letra de suite: virginia - healy

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[verse 1]
it’s always raining in my head
puddles sloshing, holes in my galoshes
well i know, til these clouds occupy a different mind
i’m gonna need to bide some time
you’re the apple of the eye of the storm that is forming in my head all day and night
and i don’t sleep too well (noo)

[verse 2]
every billboard is your face
while i [?]
my britches pocket missing st-tches, only 2 cents to my name
but imma spend ’em on you
the catwalk is such a perfect platform for you
until you run out of sp-ce, until you run out of sp-ce
well you fester, your tears fall like platinum down you
until they run out face, until they run out of face

[outro]
virginia’s cold this time of year
she’s nothing like tennessee
she’ll sn-tch my breath away from me oh no, no
and leave me without a thing to see, a thing to say

a self-proclaimed bloodhound
in the rain or snow i’ll chase you down
with my footprints covered by morning time
gifting me no way to go, no way back home

- healy

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