Moisture

Dishwalla

Pet Your Friends

Live it out, let me pull the shades
And mix it up, make it lemonade
I've no intention of living this way
No intention of living
Moisture
Moisture

A thousand miles across the sand
Burning blisters on my hands
Why did you take
Water from my well
I am dry
I sigh "take this torture from my head"

How you said the sand would burn my hands
And how you said the sand would burn my feet again

Almost drowned inside your head
Crawled back to the shore instead
Why did you take
And drag me through your hell
I am dry
I sigh "take this torture from my head"

How you said the sand would burn my hands
And how you said the sand would burn my feet again

Moisture
Moisture

Take this torture from my head

How you said the sand would burn my hands
And how you said the sand would burn my feet again
How you said the sand would burn my hands
How you said the sand would burn my feet again

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