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I told you again that the world
Wouldn’t fall for every thought
For every gun that you shoot
I fake a frog and talk
About the dangers of crossing a street
And London is weeping for a child
That is drowning in the Thamse
I stop being descriptive
Because your mother turns as pale as an egg
And tales will never be enough
To tell what I feel
When all those tears are dry this land
Will be covered with salt
That hides the sand which is red from all the blood
That young girls have cut from their hearts
And their arms and their thighs
I told the priest to say a spell
But he refused
He said he’d tell the mission
What word I used
This is more than a train in the mud
And I told you again that the world doesn’t care
And a frog won’t cross the street alone
When he’s heading for the lake in which he was born
This is more than a train in the mud