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Mister Sun Wild Things

presley's what i go by why don't you change the station count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror mister anywhere you point this thing has got

Young' Some wild idea and a big white bed, now You know better than that, I said Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down More like brittle things

presley's what i go by why don't you change the station count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror mister anywhere you point this thing has got

And the wind blows And the owl sings And dogs are driven wild And dogs break their chains And run through the lands A prey to madness With wild eyes dying Wild

Cipher Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second Assassin, the 4th Disciple The Brand White K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child Doo-Doo Wales, Mista

hum of wild wings sailing by The warm earth bed on which I lie Is just the touch of God's hand. The desert yields a water pool Where wild things meet

shave presley's what i go by why don't you change the station count the grain elevators in the rearview mirror mister anywhere you point this thing has

young• Some wild idea and a big white bed, now You know better than that, I said, Like a voice in the wind blow little crystals down Like brittle things