Tonight I'll praise the gods that be;
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.
Pray that I never see the sun again,
heaven met earth and she's right in front of me.
I know that it's by design when
you remind me you won't be mine.
But still
our worlds collide from time to time,
and that's just fine.
You're just setting the scene for
rye whiskey dreams
bleeding into my reality.
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