She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
She hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
Sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mist
Thinking about puddles, puddles and mist
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play
Cause that's all they knew how to play
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