woke up this mornin’
with that taste in my mouth
felt just like you
when you were spittin’ me out
now the waters gettin’ cold
and your body made of smoke
getting less and less composed
of my breath you called a home
woke up this mornin’
with that taste in my mouth
felt just like you
when you were spittin’ me out
now the waters gettin’ cold
and your body made of smoke
getting less and less composed
of my breath you called a home
nice
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