rainclouds from sacred objects by Long Sought Rest

i rode south for the winter, but goddamnit, i'm still cold. my lungs are filled with black mold and second-hand cigarette smoke. it feels like purgatory, i'm so distressed, just trying to stay busy not to get depressed, but them rainclouds follow me everywhere i go. well, that sunshine leaves your town as soon as i show up. finally got my boots stuck out of the mud, but that rain follows me everywhere i run. my train went north out of el paso, woke up in kansas city, ballast covered in snow. might as well be walkin' on the sun. and i've been trying to find that silver lining, but it's hard when your fingers are frozen. when every thing you own is drenched and soaking wet, you say you like getting caught in the rain. well, goddamnit darlin', that's just insane, i've got a five day forecast in my head, it says spend another five days lyin' in bed. wake me up when them rainclouds go away. well, i hate this fuckin' place, but i'm too sad to leave. them rainclouds follow me from seattle to new orleans. i got a stomach full of regret that it never let me forget. i got rainclouds over my head from seattle to new orleans.

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