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i hear her voice from deep within the wall
made a cross from knitting needles
made a grave from hoover bags
i hear her voice from deep within the wall
made a cross from knitting needles
made a grave from hoover bags
'cause all i hear are your camarillas
compliment the nonsense you're knitting and
colour in the fields
'cause all i hear are your camarillas
compliment the nonsense you're knitting and
colour in the fields
and as i sit in this old wicker chair
knitting a scarf for my sister to wear
and watching the sailboats sail in the breeze
and as i sit in this old wicker chair
knitting a scarf for my sister to wear
and watching the sailboats sail in the breeze
come back when you're done saving the world
come back when i'm done knitting your cape
come back when you're done saving a life
come back when you're done saving the world
come back when i'm done knitting your cape
come back when you're done saving a life