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Buffalo Tom - Dry Land lyrics
She comes to me In her prewashed bright blue jeans Bag sewn tightly Pursed lips are kissing me Back up to college Just a few miles down the road And we remember Something we've never been told Come up on dry land I've had too much to drink I'm tired and need some sleep Come September Cold mornings open up Make incisions And cut egos will erupt What did you find Hidden in your mind's deep recess When the going gets tough You and I must take a rest Come up on dry land Your coming into your own But hey that's not my fault Come up on to this dry land Won't you let me lend a hand Come up on to this dry land And when I surfaced Mountains opened up like fish Breathe through gills now And I'm making one small wish With heaven beside me There is no one can do me harm But the devil inside me At least then I can stay warm Come up on dry land She understood her fate You can't take stands Too late Come up on to this dry land Won't you let me lend a hand Come up on to this dry land (c) 1993 Scrawny Music, BMI |
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