"It leads the way then is at my side, the feast turns to starving And I feel my deep maker maker, the ache inside, go away My achness all of days, surrenders of a wild side I'm inclined cause I've seen my dreams deep fried And I take my turns in stride to speed my feet away"
Others with this obsession
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