Paper pockets was my pastel and from marching maps my finger nails i scratching for a brave that´s not been wrong yet that´s not been wrong yet
´cause i was a child with fits of fury i was a child with fits of fury
and i didn´t love my god less and i didn´t need my full skirt oh, i didn´t love my god less and i didn´t need my full skirt
to beg green gypsy eyes to beg green gypsy eyes
but i´ve seen you in narrow streets i´ve turned some rocky ground so i prune my trees back for a stand tall garden and i´ve counted some closets so i, counted some closets
but now i´ll knock my now i´ll knock my sorrow shadows i´ll knock my sorrow, shadows
´cause i was a child with fits of fury oh, i was a child with fits of fury
and i didn´t love my god bless and i didn´t need my full skirt oh, i didn´t love my god bless and i didn´t need my full skirt
to beg green gypsy eyes to beg green gypsy eyes
do you see this holy, holy spirit
round my neck do you see i wear this holy spirit round my neck but it´s for my sister swallow
so play me pardon father son play me pardon father son father son father son
´cause i was a child with fits of fury oh, i was a child with fits of fury
and i didn´t love my god bless and i didn´t need my full skirt oh, i didn´t love my god bless
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