Struggling with what remains of the stormy winter and there is no friend who can help you get ahead, trying to stem the tide behind your eyes Drop your reds drop your greens and blues.
Thank you for your wine California thanks for your sweet and bitter fruits Yes, I have the desert in the nails of my feet and amphetamine hidden in my shoe.
But sweet Virginia Dare we go sweet child I beg you ... we dare you take it in you have to get the stone of your shoes
And you, you dare? You're ready to fight?
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