She fell, it was a Sunday
In nineteen-fourteen
Her house, it was in shambles
And they're killing all her animals
Get out, I mean it
This is no place for you
Get out, I mean it
This is no place for you
Just like tattoos of bruises
Make the saint a soldier (a soldier)
Just like cigarette ash fall
They fall to the water
Get out, I mean it
This is no place for you
Get out, I mean it
This is no place for you

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