Take me home,
To where the willows sleep,
And the lovebirds cheap...
Take me home,
To where the skies are blue,
And the souls are true...
Take me back,
Along the beaten path,
From the land of the rath...
This is the Boulovard of broken dreams,
Where you can hear childrens screams,
And poverty leaking at the seams...
Lead me away,
From where sick people stay,
And from one place I will run away...
Here is where the dead must play...
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---Abi Throttir
