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Sting All Four Seasons

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fellow I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall That's my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That's my baby She can be all four seasons in

fellow I don't want to be caught in a sudden squall That's my baby She can be all four seasons in one day That's my baby She can be all four seasons in

head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't

me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, eighty-four

me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon Cumulus clouds, eighty-four

head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't

the fruit and all of its wickedest perfection the sorrows that linger in the temple of thyself madness clutching to the wall of thoughts consuming all

that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo Let me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then