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