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A leather strip around your wrist

The great landowner whom you kissed

Cries out from the battlefield

Tell me, where did you come from?

Coming right through to the end

You don’t want to resent

The poor souls that brought you here

The landscape behind your fingerprints

You have walked between snakes in the plain

People everywhere greeted you in vain

Steal my heart, baby, just roll on

Just roll on from your native town

They’ve been haunting you and drinking

They’ve been so careful thinking

That you shouldn’t be alone here

That you belong to them

There’s the drummer, breathing the air

There’s the man who brought the chair

Where you should be seated

Within the doors of your home

You sit down in this painted chair

You’re tired, they don’t care

Oh, come out from your hiding place

They want to kiss you, want to be with you

The fields are heavy with dust

Remember the smell from your city lost

The chain around your naked foot

Tell me, what do you do now?

You better wait until past midnight

Tie your mind to yours waiting outside the prison

With the leather strip from your hand

Wait, I’ll come to hold you tight

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