The Fin - Without Excuse Тексты

I scratched on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just don't know why

I scratched on your name
Ink sticks my hands
You won't like it
I just let it go

Rain's falling on my head
Into my thought without excuse

Rain's soaking into my name
And my thought without excuse
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