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Wow! I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog, men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog, men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig
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