Clementine
Quelle: Spotify
The winter sun is hanging high up in the sky
Like a tangerine in crooked cream and soft cascading lines
Singing high and low a growing a glow across her eyes in line
It reminds me of a time, a mind with eyes that opened wide
And drowned alive
Tune on, tune in, drop out
Pay the piper with a paper slip
Eyes open, trip on it
Oh, Clementine, you'll never be mine
I'll never be yours
Oh, Clementine, you'll never be mine
I hate to see you die before you're born
Now is the winter of your discontent
We're the disenchanted children
and we won't stand for this
We spread like a cancerous brain
We'll put you in an early grave
We gave up, we gave you everything you could hold
Then watched as you explode
Turn on, tune in, drop out
Pay the piper with a paper slip
Eyes open, trip on it
Oh, Clementine, you'll never be mine
I'll never be yours
Oh, Clementine, you'll never be mine
I hate to see you die before you're born
Turn on. Tune in. Drop out
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