Endless searching
And I feel the forces
Pointless preaching
To persuade our courses
On the bridge of a natural high
No one tasting ever asks why
Tried to kiss our sweet Mother Mary
I’m bleeding to death your too stoned
To carry me home
And I feel the forces
Pointless preaching
To persuade our courses
On the bridge of a natural high
No one tasting ever asks why
Tried to kiss our sweet Mother Mary
I’m bleeding to death your too stoned
To carry me home
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