Small Town Rainstorm
My thoughts will behave
I'll hardly want of death
Oh your highness
On a beach of sand
I don't feel as twisted
And I've finally seemed to have land
Round your tables surely come
And I know you'd be hard to bear
But my thoughts aren't letting go
And no one seems to care
In this quiet town
I'm a danger in this quiet town
Give it to ya straight, there's no coming down
Always seems to rain
In this quiet town
I'll hardly want of death
Oh your highness
On a beach of sand
I don't feel as twisted
And I've finally seemed to have land
Round your tables surely come
And I know you'd be hard to bear
But my thoughts aren't letting go
And no one seems to care
In this quiet town
I'm a danger in this quiet town
Give it to ya straight, there's no coming down
Always seems to rain
In this quiet town
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Writer(s): Marc Dawson
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