Letras:Don Martin Three. Otras Canciones. Fire As A Metaphor 3.
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I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile traffic as far as the eye can see. But I still can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.
I'm seeing long strips of wheat, and dry winds, I'm seeing that you're no longer alive, and that I hold against you. I'm seeing anxious lines of automobile traffic as far as the eye can see. But I still can't see the light at the end of this tunnel.
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