everyone is prayin' for rain with their eyes up toward that cloudless sky
but i'll just lay down in the cracked clay of lake lanier
and say
"man,
i know how you feel"
i know how you feel"
01 January 2008
home for the holidays
everyone is prayin' for rain with their eyes up toward that cloudless sky
but i'll just lay down in the cracked clay of lake lanier
and say
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