
(Unwavering Band Of Light) Songtext
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Where are the words
that rush my blood
burn burn burn
on the road
without a map
taking the scenic route
This buffalo ain't dead
He only slumbers
One of peculiar taste
and I sleep all day
that rush my blood
burn burn burn
on the road
without a map
taking the scenic route
This buffalo ain't dead
He only slumbers
One of peculiar taste
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