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Cassino Sounds Of Salvation

Oh this hurricane's blowing us thin This never ending swirl of American sin Where I strayed on my knees to a bottomless cage Where they throw dollar

A circus noose another month and the golden goose that I'll be squeezing forever Oh Suzanne it's been so long since we shared the air I need the carpet

She keeps a bottle hanging like religon right underneath the bed She pours it in the sheets and vents... Combats the awful things we did Snakes and

can Oh I can Oh I can feel you like the wind The beatings that rotation brings has us bedding down on anything But as our shrinking lives collide and ring the sound

I've got these hands and Ive got some oxygen... I just don't know what to do with it. Brandy tricks and treats the knees and I fell for it... Somehow