Since I arrived at DeGaulle,
I've been having a ball.
They like
Well. there's a little house
Back there in the woods
Kudzu vines
I sleep on a bed of mace
Bed foot on burning
Talk to me
I wanna hear
You tell me you'll never disappear
but
Where did you sleep my lover
Your windows cold and tight
I
Closed, we're closed forever
But not on holiday
We've been washed away
A stranger came to town
Asking questions about your whereabouts
I told
I guess I've painted quite a gloomy picture
Drought and famine
Innocent, I am innocent
Still I see her face before me
Anonymous
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