it’s not all roses when the rain blows so in my hand I’m holding a rainsplashed rose chasing rainbows when Jackie was getting bored it never rains on funerals, but it always pours

Tamango, I know my heart has lost it’s way

I hail a taxi and climb into the backseat there’s a weird smell but it makes no difference to me pitter-patter of rain on the window I look outside we’re all dark shadows among darker shadows it’s not all roses when the rain blows chasing rainbows here and below

Tamango, I know my heart has lost it’s way we’re all dark shadows among darker shadows

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