© by Florian Fritsch
(Klick macht groß)
so I will roll & I will suffer, curse the soil & curse the stones
Pourin’ liquor on the stone / That marks my lost and gone / Well I will whimper and wail / And sing her funeral song / Well she said kiss me / And lord I listened / But I haven’t gone back since / I curse the mind for building proper fence
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