Sean Persinger, with it rains a lot.

She woke up with a scar on her arm and didn't know why or where she had been.

The panic stopped at her head and said you better get out of his bed.

He woke up with a fist in his face, which he knew he deserved, but seemed out of place. In the dark of the day, he thought he was sure, but justice sought by anger hits the spot. She wore it like a cross on her chest.

The almost dead girl with dirt on her dress at the party.

Hard to tell.

To think what she thought what she felt.

And then he got the job and was thrilled.

His name like a club and he fit the bill.

Kind of slow, not the fault.

But he'd not act the same when the drugs wore off.

Justice sucked by anger hits the spot. I'm I'm I'm

I'm

I'm

I'm

I'm They finished in a sweat and a curse with him on his knees and she rose in verse about the pain that they sent

and would return if they didn't repent.

And when they agreed they were through, the tear like a nod and the blood was a clue.

And with a tear and a hack, they corner the thing they took back.

Justice sought by anger, it's the justice sought by anger, it's the justice sought by anger,

it's the justice sought by anger, it's the spot.

Sean Persinger with a song, It Rains a Lot.

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