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Away, away from this system there is another country, a place we could go Away, away from this system there is another country, a place we could go Away, away from this system there is a flower shop by which I mean to say
Away, away from this system there is another country place we could go Away, away, away, away, away, away, away…
If something won’t heal, our children can’t help you out
If something won’t heal, our children can’t help you out
If something won’t heal, a compass can’t help you out
If something won’t heal, our children can’t help you out
Away, away from this system there is a flower shop by which I mean to say
Away, away from this system there is another country place we could go Away, away, away, away, away, away, away…
A waste is a waste
If something won’t heal, our children can’t help us out
If something won’t heal, our children can’t help us out
If something won’t heal, a compass can’t help you out
This love is foreign — why don’t we quieten down?