Moisture by Dishwalla

Let it out, let me pull the shades
Mix it up, make 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
And drag me through your hell, hell

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] 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, hell

[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible] 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

Moisture
Moisture
Moisture
Moisture

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

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