The wind reversed my words.
C'mon, blame me.
See, my flowers almost dead.
You won't dare to refuse.
Chorus.
Verse II.
Repository of my dirt.
I'm consumed of vein disease.
I think that they are looking for new home.
Milk envelops my body.
I'm wrapped of the ground.
Jesus is back. And your bones take me home.
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