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Mustang Rain Song Version
Mustang Rain D minor © London F. BuSS I'm sitting here in silence, going quietly insane. You're there alone, dancing in the pouring rain. Dessert darkness lit by a glow, Storm flashes stab the distance I'm thinking of your mustang hair dripping with rain! But I sit here alone…. going quietly insane. My dreaming: I was next to you: wishing the same! The storm in your hair... we were together slow dancing in the rain. Rolling thunder is lost in your voice. The sound of rain, that eases our pain. Rivers of rain through your mustang hair, Mustang wind blowing through your mane. But I sit here quietly just going insane. A flash in the distance, But does it mean rain? The winds blow the storm around in circles Bald eagle rides the wind. Thunder shakes through the ground and rolls through the distant, distant tails of rain. Smell of rain flashes through the clouds. And makes love to the darkness: time and time again. Putting loneliness to sleep, accepting the pain. Memories: I smell of the storm in your mustang hair, Dancing alone in the Mustang rain. But I sit here quietly, just going insane. But I sit here alone, just going insane.
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