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innocence, my innocence comes from my mother |
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innocence, my innocence comes from my warm, earth mother |
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earth under my feet splits in the sun |
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the nest blows away and the sweet summer days die young. |
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i look for the man with the indian hair |
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i look for his hand but it isn't there |
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in our room tonight |
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sharing the moon to fight the pain. |
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innocence, my innocence is a wild thing |
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innocence, my innocence |
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unknown future it's me and you now |
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unknown moon floating past her |
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mother earth, are you hiding in the laughter |
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of my innocence. |
