“It’s the Water” Songtext
von Narrows

In the air, a stale taste of concrete.
On my back. Broken place where I sleep.
Two hands, brings my world to me.
Wash them. In gutter water from the street.
Long Haul. Long Haul.Long Haul. Feels warm tonight heat from a radio.
Tucked in sleep tight tomorrow starts.
Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse. Another fucking curse.
Myself by myself. Myself by myself. Myself by myself.Myself...
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