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Take me to the water
There is a drought in my soul
And a dry wind beats against my brow.
I hold myself as my feet drag through sinking sand
No one nearby to reach out for,
save me from this cold sweat,
slow death.
My mind wanders in the same way
The...
And a dry wind beats against my brow.
I hold myself as my feet drag through sinking sand
No one nearby to reach out for,
save me from this cold sweat,
slow death.
My mind wanders in the same way
The...
