innocence, my innocence comes from my mother
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innocence, my innocence comes from my warm, earth mother
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earth under my feet splits in the sun
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the nest blows away and the sweet summer days die young.
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i look for the man with the indian hair
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i look for his hand but it isn't there
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in our room tonight
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sharing the moon to fight the pain.
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innocence, my innocence is a wild thing
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innocence, my innocence
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unknown future it's me and you now
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unknown moon floating past her
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mother earth, are you hiding in the laughter
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of my innocence.
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My Innocence
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| Laura Nyro |
