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Run away, get away, Roberta
Disobey? Obey?
Curare, curare
To claim, what?
Unashamed of pain, a bottle of rum
In the ways of a dream
Meaningless to believe
In a rage as a habit
Oh that is were a dream
It was nice, when you were nice, Roberta
Tonite and today, San Josie, San Jose
Rebuff, whom?
Ricochet the pain, a bottle of rum
In the ways of a dream
Meaningless to believe
In a rage as a habit
Oh that is were a dream
