Our Singer
(专辑： Slanted And Enchanted - 1992)
I've been waiting, anticipating The
sun comes up, the
skies won't sink my soul I've dreamt of this but it never comes, but it never comes The
rising, the
nature's dry folk I've been dreaming, traced out, but dreaming The
sun comes up, the
blisters burn my soul I'm dreaming of something now, of something now Of the
rising, the
nature's dry, and all the
groovy ones
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