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The town where she was born, like town where I was born was built
by white settlers seeking gold and other treasures.
Like me she feels uncomfortable in the clothing of her ancestors.
"It's not easy" she would say, putting her fingers in the ashtray,
"It's not easy to erase your blood"
Rock me now in the arms of cobwebs
(come on, sing with me)
Roll me out in the arms of cobwebs
That night she found a man to treasure and together
they'd planted flowers of warning, fearing frost.
Late on shallow evenings while their enemies slept,
they hammered the soil asking for answers in green.
His value declined when he offered his name. Why did he offer it?
His value declined when he offered his name.
(Ah ah ah ah ah)