Wind stood still and my feet were cold
Was a lightning
Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal
She got all
Tuesday morning
Never looked so good
I'm already in
In a daydream
The sun
Barks the dog, in the kitchen
There's someone knockin' on my
Cows are standing in the fields today
The sun it shines
On the gypsies avenue tonight
Hundred lairs seem like a thousand
Where the hell are you running to
Trying to find yourself
Let me step inside these shoes
Trip awhile of the blues
Pull
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