Clean
Song by Taylor Swift
The drought was the very worst,
When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst
It was months, and months of back and forth,
You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore
Hung my head, as I lost the war, and the sky turned black like a perfect storm
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