Letra de South
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when i was a young boy in corpus christi
a grown man washed my feet for free
i feel like i never quite came clean
a grown man washed my feet for free
i feel like i never quite came clean
still feel his hands on me
like a cold, cold rain
i'm seeing ghosts in a broken mirror
god i hear what you say
it can not get much clearer
the dust settles on my grave
things will always be this way
like a cold, cold rain
i'm seeing ghosts in a broken mirror
god i hear what you say
it can not get much clearer
the dust settles on my grave
things will always be this way
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