Give me ten long limbs, I'll hold

Lazy rolling things of gold

Dress me down in a New York crowd

Lay me down an bawl me out

Tell me everything's been sold

Tell me everything. I'll go

Pressed apart those skins still hold

This can't be what you want, hej

This can't be what you want

There's a charm, there's a blade

There's a lot in the way

There's a child, there's a grave

There's a lot in the way

There's a colt, there's a cane

There's a lot in the way

There's a heart, there's a chain


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