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We sat on this bench, Both of us drenched Under a mad cloud that was minutes ago A summer sky When did this storm arrive The waves creeped with the tide But I like to be wet, But I like to be wet I know you don't I know I begged you to come to the shore with me You don't like to be exposed But I made you take off your cloths Hair so black, skin so pale 'Cause you never leave your room Sit and strum your gloom With your shades drawn Your lights are low Just outside the window See the rain, Trickling down We sat on this bench Both of us drenched Letras de cancionesI think you like it now not just minutes ago A song came to mind You shut your eyes Started scribbling down some lines Where did this day go We could have been swept away With the tide From Letras Mania