Time rolls the back wheels of my mind
You helped me
Well, I'm sure you're near and I can almost smell
There's a man at hand, there's a way between
The sinking
There are ten thousand graves
In Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery
Every one
I've been drooling
At some mangy scraps of bread
And these hungry
Jesus Christ, eat your apple, it's raining cats & dogs
If
Shore to shore, got some land between
Island life is living
Rob lived in a box by the rails
Only thing he
They're taking pictures of the man from God
I hope his
Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple
I knew no vices and I knew no sins
I knew
There are ten thousand graves in Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery
Every
Reams of stories reeled me in
Caught my ear and hooked
Snared about her winsome glance
And mad about the town
Kicking heels
I was born with this story, it's older than I
And
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