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We've all seen deserters running to Redwood
between old shears, shears of swamp gas.
Looking for redemption where cons can't roll;
Riders never wade old-fashioned crime scenes.

Wine is enough to stay wild a king writing a song.
Wine is enough to say:

Sleepwalking a mile ahead, Wayland, you're running out of luck.
You're falling down, drawn to the South.

Every color's like blood in our black lounge.
It's pouring down like a cascade,
up on the redding scene, your eyes will grasp
Wymore's mother running like a crazy fuck.

Wine is enough to stay wild a king writing a song.
Wine is enough to say:

Sleepwalking a mile ahead, Wayland, you're running out of luck.
You're falling down, drawn to the South.

Look into your eyes...
See what's on your soul...
Rain is to dissolve...

Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah
Rain in Savannah