by GFLee
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by GFLee
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Trail through the wilderness Dryest season known to us Think about you all the time Trail through the sinfulness Dryest season known to us Dreamed I saw it all come down Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down Salty lips to taste Skin to touch Nothings matters very much In your arms it's a raining pleasure I believe it's raining pleasure Too little cash too much time to kill Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill Hasn't rained for fifteen years Been three weeks I can't get through Phone is dead Baby is that you?
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