Climbing like a squirrel up a monkey tree
What would I say if you went away
I beg forgiveness and ask you to stay
What would I do if tragedy struck
Kneel down and pray
to the Lord for such luck
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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