an idiot he drinks from a flask
straight from the pocket
it ain't never coming back
oh yeah
immediately she turns to the sky
waits for the message
that's coming from her eye
oh yeah
you better not be here
when the storm comes around
baby i want you near
when the war machine breaks down
nicotine diver climbing up the wall
picked up a guitar
but he don't know what it's for
oh yeah
sugarcane reaper laughing in the dark
she wants to be permanent
permanently marked
oh yeah
rain rain falling on the ground
wash away the dirt from this wicked little town
(e. buendia)

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