Took seven states of driving straight
The sky was gray where the bird and hay
Were splattered with moss and broken cross
That littered the road with snow in MayWell, there must be some kind of misunderstanding
This must be some kind of misunderstanding hereRaincoats are hanging 'round your waist
Lime is growing all in haste
But clouds are approaching a little too fast
For crying out loud man get your trailerIm waiting for the monsoons
Yeah, I'm waiting
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