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AYAHAUSCA Twenty seven hours from now We’ll be touching down Both feet on the ground We’ll be safe we’ll be sound we’ll come down from our spiraling tower in twenty seven hours Momentary thieves in the night Peer thru open shades…

I feel so small. I feel so weak I feel so small © 2014 ROYAL T MUSIC

No more sin or sorrow foolish fancy to a fault No more dirth upon the land that withers under the assault No more Babylon behavior bobbing up and down and up until we drown away each memory scattered from a shattered cup. No more crying for…

Capo @ 3 in Em Em D Weather man is talking on the radio. Am C B7 Says the sun is going to shine but does he…