Here I am
Writing songs again
Would you care to know how long it's been?
I've left it all to find myself here
I'll sleep in a ditch
If she'll be near
And if you give her back to me
I'll take that job in your factory
Mending soles,
Soles for the nunnery
If that'll get me in the side door
I promise I won't ask any more
I promise I won't ask any more
Here I am writing songs again
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