You better be good Or mama will take your freedom
By a river The colours of the land Emerge before
No time now left to run Everything's been said or
Wrapped in her raincoat She crosses herself as she walks
If you're walking home past midnight And you think you're
This is the field Where hundreds of people Like poppies
I don't think that I can stay In the old
I went outside today Left behind the room that was
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