Lyrics:
Sifting through the whins Scratching at my legs Kinnaird sees my history A bencher, a bottle, a friend Tiger hill, heelflips and open minds
Sifting through the whins Scratching at my legs Kinnaird sees my history A bencher, a bottle, a friend Tiger hill, heelflips and open minds
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