| sweet guantanamo, dear old guantanamo rws 7/9/03 |
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my island life, i won't forget the wifing left, the homing heart odyssian part on this tropical island across seas from home all alone in the jailer's grip ohhhhhhh things go slow in guantanamo ohhhhh ohhhh, things go slow down guantanamo we sit in our cage, and restrict our waging stage the talking job to rob the expensive extensive nerve of verve down guantanamo, dear sweet guantanamo there by the sea, the are watching me down guantanamo, dear old guantanamo ohhhhhhh things go slow in guantanamo |
swee-at by the seaside guantanamo but we can't see, we can't imagine though the splaying spasm ohhhhhhh things go slow in guantanamo ohhhhh ohhhh, things go slow down guantanamo what your hear, between the sounds of the surf and all that is worse down guantanamo mixed with the sounding surf down guantanamo way dear sweet guantanamo ohhhhhhh things go slow in guantanamo ohhhhh ohhhh, things go slow down guantanamo tween the bars of my cage and stormy rain in my seething sage and sagging sand the bagging bold beige bauble ohhhhhhh things |