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Hope man coming our way On a ribbon braid of endless tires Lead me hanging overdrawn While the covenant you hum quarters yard You love the southern states And with them make someone else’s time Keep me hanging together now Your weather waves are coming at my rod Coming around And lean right Holding this crude law Send for something to resurge The parts that you have hurt and run dry Soon will be the light of morning birth The title of the one I’m holding You love the southern belles And with them raising hell up to the dawn Keep my hands together now Your weathered waves are coming at my rod Coming around And lean right Keeping this crude law Letras de cancionesIn harmony A part of me Blinded army Isn’t that telling You love the southern states And with them make someone else’s life Keep my hands together now Your weathered waves are coming at my rod Come on down You mean right don’t you But it’s a crude law From Letras Mania