One Drop

By Acetone

On York Blvd.

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Oh, if just one drop slipped through your fingers

Then from your hands, diamonds from sand

Made of all your love

Raining down on me

From above

You know that it will be

What it could be

If we make it so

And take it slow

And all the little games

And all the calling names won't hurt

You anymore

Cus "when it rains, it pours"

Down on you

Oh, if just one drop fell from your hands

Then all the little games

And all the calling names

Won't hurt you anymore

Cus "when it rains, it pours"

Down on you