Written By Marshall Sullivan
You had a pitcher waiting for me But what lead you to believe that I was thirsting. Well could it be the Fact that in a storm. He ran like the wind before The snow even hit the ground or that Dry days of cold could leave us all Wanting warmth and water to refresh Our pallet for more then just craziness After stress after craziness oh how can One function with out doors if he loses His stuff and bad friends always cross His world. It's as if I am on chilli at the Antics of Mr. Lost you did what?Download
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