but when they hurt you, you don't heal so good
love is such a rebellion
searching for your freedom in someone else's arms
you got a good thing at a bad time
and you will struggle with him before you find happiness by yourself
the storm rocks you both in harmony
and motion sickness isn't so bad anymore
lightning strikes over your thunder and rolls between your thighs
soon enough, the rain pours
and you find yourself wet all over again
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