الكلمات الأصلية
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Up the hill to a vacant lot There's nothing to see
Walk the pillars to settle in And find that you've
turned from me You're the cup and you're the drink
That keeps swimming up north through the stream
I'm the raft that got filled with sand That keeps
knocking about in the drain My hands are laid out
to persuade a gathering Hair is polished and shiny
trim Just keep a friend in me
