Finding that song back on repeat:
Oh my lord, in July..
where the sun was hot in a blaze-
where the sun was hot in a blaze-
One man band
Flying blue jays
And porch sitting
Rhythms of smoke strangled us into oblivion
Let us lay down and rest
We had nothing
Humid steam wiped us clean
When you play I know you best
When you play I know you best
Sulking in heavy beats
Muscle fiber breaks like taffy
Stretched into a trick
I think you know me best then, too
Somewhere deep
My roots drink your water
Somewhere deep
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