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me and my baby
we drank some magic tea
we're crusing down the rural roads
aesthetics of poverty

i'm going down for the last time
i shifted to my level
can you receive what you give me
somebody should set you free

in the morning
when you wash your hair
i love those simple things that
make me know your there

come every sunday evening
it's leftovers from the weekenders
lost limbs to identify
frustration for the grieving
me and my baby   we drank some magic tea   we're crusing down the rural roads   aesthetics of poverty       i'm going down for the last time   i shifted to my level   can you receive what you give me   somebody should set you free       in the morning   when you wash your hair   i love those simple things that   make me know your there       come every sunday evening   it's leftovers from the weekenders   lost limbs to identify   frustration for the grieving