Raining Pleasure Lyrics

Trail through the wilderness
Dryest season known to us
Think about you all the time
Think about you all the time
Trail through the sinfulness
Dryest season known to us
Dreamed I saw it all come down
Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining down

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Salty lips to taste
Skin to touch
Nothing matters very much
In your arms it's a raining pleasure
I believe it's raining pleasure
Too little cash to much time to kill
Buried alive in a shack on the side of a hill
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Been three weeks I can't get through
Phone is dead Baby is that you ?
Been three weeks I can't get through
Phone is dead Baby is that you ?
Baby is that you ?
Baby is that you ?

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