Petals In The Grass
Her Naked Cries
The naked woman wails
Into a gloomy state of reality
The fiddler plays on
Blue birds singing
A devastating song
They fear the red that looms above
As the band plays on
They have no place to go and get away
The naked woman wails on
Into a gloomy state of reality
The fiddler plays on
Blue birds singing
A devastating song
They fear the red that looms above
As the band plays on
They have no place to go and get away
The naked woman wails on
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Her Naked Cries
Her Naked Cries