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Iron Wine California

to my moving And vivid truth I?m doubting all the while that it's proven Have you thought you might should be in California Your tactile look of

through to my moving And vivid truth I?m doubting all the while that it's proven Have you thought you might should be in California Your tactile look

through to my moving And vivid truth I?m doubting all the while that it's proven Have you thought you might should be in California Your tactile

Ancient kings from the Bysatine, blowin steam From our nostrils, hostile, listen to the gospel To alternate the mind state Spillin wine from the blood of grapes Over my iron