Charlatans, The
Miscellaneous
Over Rising
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Charlatans, The - Over Rising
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Hey, some missionary
Boil at one hundred degrees
No one before has ever known what you’re after
But who wants to know
Standing here, I’ve always known that you
To get your hands onto my place
Forsaken, I know, she’s got a bad time coming
But who wants to know
Ease yourself down on me
Over rising, washing me down again
Over rising, washing me down and now you’re dragging me out
Holding me down and now you’ll obviously strip me
Of all the possessions I own
Nobody cares as long as you can remember
That he’s the only God who drops you down
Ease yourself down on me
Over rising, washing me down again
Over rising, washing me down and now you’re dragging me out
Over rising, washing me down again
Over rising, washing me down and now you’re dragging me out
Over rising, washing me down again
Over rising, washing me down and now you’re dragging me out