On The Wire
O God, take the sun from the sky
It's burning me, scorching me up
God, can't You hear my cry
Water
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O God, take the sun from the sky
It's burning me, scorching me up
God, can't You hear my cry
Water
whisper of yellow globesgleaming on lamp-posts that swaylike bootleg licker drinkers in the fogand let your breath be moist against melike bright beads on yellow globestelephone the power-housethat the main wires are insulate(her words play softly...