The first time you stole flowers from the grave
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Then, the second time, you shaved your head, you had been saved
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By the very friendly, Jesus man
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And all he said, "Well, I'm your brother, man"
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In the winter time you - you wore patch-work hard-me-downs
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In the summer time - you were all bronzed, while I was brown
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And they didn't ask you where you got the candy
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No, they didn't ask you where you got the tan
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In the morning time - we played travels in the sea
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In the evening time - we had reduced the sea to me
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But your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
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Yeah - your mother saved us - from your daddy's hand
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From your daddy
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From your daddy
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With my adult mind -
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You know my body feels so strange
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If they'd only sign away my life to me
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I could be much saner
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If they'd only learn to let me
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Freedom seek
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The world would be less mean
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But they never know - how to let you go
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But they never know - how to leace me
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Yodel - ee
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Yod - el - ee
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Yodelling Song
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| Tanita Tikaram |
