Deliverance


My love when we were young, the mountains made cigarettes

I remember well the smell of tobacco and mint

burning in my eyes and so sweet on my lips.

we gotta go home now but we can't go home like this.

I need deliverance

I was born an only child and I been lonely since

I need deliverance

My first breath

is gonna be my last

down on my knees waiting for the spirit to pass.

I need Deliverance

smoke is trapped in your lungs

trapped beneath the trees

the dew is wet on your arms

the grass it turns bone white in the cold winter breeze

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