Wedge of a sum inside our members
Loading our guns to
You are a little elephant
Young and full of wonder
Grow, grow
You
What I do I do not want to do
And yet
Said I’ve been down a long, long road
Seen more sorrow
I thought a friend was
Someone who you could sing to
Even
Dirty old clothes underneath her toes
Fighting what she knows
So she
Hey here I am
Out of hiding
Would you like to be
I cannot raise you from the grave
Cannot be the one
C'est presque au bout du monde
Ma barque vagabonde
Errante au gré
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