Young girls and porches are filling out
Tempers and torches are burning
Brown is the colour of town
Living in thunder
Hair on my top lip now I'm a man
I so often hear and feel it
Nice paying the price for being kept under
Mama says don't hang around that front gate too long
Boys like you who stay too late are surely gonna go so wrong
But Mama there's safety in numbers
wives
whispers
gonna
gives
under
finding
given
prizes
drowned
filling
around
outlaw
surely
broadway
adding
shadows
delaware
numbers
slipping
girls
colour
wrong
burning
being
price
daughters
noise
moving
living
young
often
brown
people
front
porches
porters
river
safety
shiver
paying
strong
first
wanna
where
tempers
thrill
sleeping
thunder
laugh
torches
touching
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