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Smacked Supine On The Field Of Prattle Lyrics & Chords By Burnman
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Someone got some mattress in my mud. Someone shot some bullet in my gut. The grass is whispering tickle into my ears and the salvos have exploded the sun into dust and a silver sliver. I believe I see you in the back of my head, you've stumbled upon yourself there thinking this hand is a pretty one, my man is a lucky one.
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