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On Tangled Shores || Cry Monster Cry

Down this road I’m groaning,there we go,
way to go. No one knows. 
And I cannot stop screaming so you know,
oh sweet Lord, where do we go?

You are not the woman that I know,
I adore, On Tangled Shores. 
A shill beneath the flowers bending low,
sweet as gold, and still we go.

Like a warm sweet air, summer sun
I’ll get up and I’ll carry on
and I swear to you when brown leaves fall I’m gone. 

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