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Please Like, Share, Comment, and Subscribe. Your support is greatly appreciated. Buy me a coffee: buymeacoffee.com/LUCION PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/EdwardShuffett119 Venmo: https://venmo.com/code?user_id=41376407649... The official music video for "Peach Soaked Sheets" by Lucion. A seductive blend of 1970s Glam Rock and heavy, modern Soulbucket Slam production. "Her ghost is fire, her scent won’t fade... I’m burning up in the mess we made." Lucion slows it down without losing the grit. "Peach Soaked Sheets" captures the heat of a restless night and the lingering echo of a love that burns. It’s soulful, bluesy, and unapologetically loud. #Lucion #PeachSoakedSheets #GlamRock #BluesRock #SoulbucketSlam #70sRock #NewMusic2026 #ExplorerGuitar #SlideGuitar #RockAnthem #SeductiveRock Peach Soaked Sheets [Verse] Night's air thick like honey drips Shadows crawl where the fever slips Moonlight's grip on a restless bed Whispers haunt what she never said [Chorus] She left her print in peach-soaked sheets Now I’m drowning in the heat Her ghost is fire her scent won’t fade I’m burning up in the mess we made [Verse 2] Slide guitar moans like her goodbye Smoke curls up like her wicked lie Sweat and silk they twist they bind Left with a thirst I’ll never find [Chorus] She left her print in peach-soaked sheets Now I’m drowning in the heat Her ghost is fire her scent won’t fade I’m burning up in the mess we made [Bridge] Lips of sin on a bitten tongue Her taste still lingers though she's gone Heartbeat pounds like a warning drum But the night won't let me come undone [Chorus] She left her print in peach-soaked sheets Now I’m drowning in the heat Her ghost is fire her scent won’t fade I’m burning up in the mess we made