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Paper pockets was my pastel and from marching maps my finger nails i scratching for a brave that's not been wrong yet that's not been wrong yet 'cause i was a child with fits of fury i was a child with fits of fury and i didn't love my god less and i didn't need my full skirt oh, i didn't love my god less and i didn't need my full skirt to beg green gypsy eyes to beg green gypsy eyes but i've seen you in narrow streets i've turned some rocky ground so i prune my trees back for a stand tall garden and i've counted some closets so i, counted some closets but now i'll knock my now i'll knock my Letras de cancionessorrow shadows i'll knock my sorrow, shadows 'cause i was a child with fits of fury oh, i was a child with fits of fury and i didn't love my god bless and i didn't need my full skirt oh, i didn't love my god bless and i didn't need my full skirt to beg green gypsy eyes to beg green gypsy eyes do you see this holy, holy spirit round my neck do you see i wear this holy spirit round my neck but it's for my sister swallow so play me pardon father son play me pardon father son father son father son 'cause i was a child with fits of fury oh, i was a child with fits of fury and i didn't love my god bless and i didn't need my full skirt oh, i didn't love my god bless and i didn't need my full skirt to beg green gypsy eyes to beg green gypsy eyes (Merci à Fanny pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania