From: Xenta ksenia2610@yandex.ru Graveland down by the riverbank in the old bayou I am digging a grave into mud just for you and the hardest rains always come from Tupelo the hardest rains always come from Tupelo blinded by the moonshine from Mexico I'm singing blues waiting for the death row and the hardest rains always come from Tupelo another dead baby born in Tupelo do you believe in God do you believe in Jesus Christ have mercy on me Lord I must have been blind go a beast inside that I sometimes just can't hide when the wolfbane blooms and the shadows come alive death will be my bride
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