Here upon this restless hour,
My mouth tasting ever so sour,
And the rain is getting louder.
I keep crushing the snowy, white powder.
Yes, I know it's bad for me,
But it feels so good you see.
It's the love of you and me.
My mouth tasting ever so sour,
And the rain is getting louder.
I keep crushing the snowy, white powder.
Yes, I know it's bad for me,
But it feels so good you see.
It's the love of you and me.
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