All you folks back homeI'll never tell you thisYou're not
As you pour yourself a scotchCrush a roach or check
Sandalwood trees are evergreenCut them downPlant coffee beansBuild no schoolsCon
Half in love and half in hateSomeone told me it
Lord, if that is your nameI'm afraid I'm beyond honour
You waited for meWhen I was strongYou never calledYou waited
On the streets below this wallsWhere I used to walkNow
Must have been walkingDon't know this placeSomebody stopped talkingIs it
Sleep, my love, sleepOr look up at a skyReturning from
BabyAre you holding the keyWas it you that put a
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