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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