Are you leaving for the country?
You say the city brings
It's a cold and sober
Night time over me, my roof
Well once I was a supercargo, my own V.O.C.,
The great
I lived in the country where the dead wood aches
In
You've gone from perfect to divine
Gone from perfect to divine
Time
georgie, i can't stop drinking
seems like every time i try
a meat wagon in the shadow of a tenement block
you
People are a waste of food
You'll never hear the end
They're
Standing on the deck watching my shadow stretch
The sun
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed cryin'
I'm
your gonna need someone on your bond
i might be a
A stranger lying on a bar room floor
Had drank so
You see the miller's daughter
She's dancing with the boys
The poor
They come, they go
They never do not go
They come, they
Work for me
Do what I tell you to do
Work for
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