Whoaaah
The witch is on your trail, my lord
Stormy stormy high
You've been dying to be set free
Oh curse those honeyed hands
Whoaaah
It wasn't the doctors that finished the pills
He wants the ones that don't crack
But they're dangerous like barbed wire ties
Oh stormy stormy minds
Well, oh, it wasn't us, though, that torched to flames
The fried daughters of oh, no oh
Well you've been up since the last motel
You've been up for so long
Oh
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Stormy stormy high
