Rasputina

I think of a lot of things when I'm walking
I think of a lot of things walking home
I say them alound, to myself I am talking
I talk to myself when we are alone
Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?
Why-ee-i-ee-i am I feeling no pain?
Why-ee-i-ee-i do I cry when I say Good
Bye-ee-i-ee-i, When I'm calling your name?
I look to the left and the right
when I'm crossing
I look straight ahead
when i'm crossing the road
The baggage I carry
the load I am tossing
I look back behind at the
row that i've hoed.
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