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Salvador, Bahia, Brazil

Physician

Sand You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label You think you know my world Wake up young girl, you've got a lot to learn My love, my life, my work, my time I give them all to you Your hand in mine we walk, we talk in ryhme We go the whole night through I'm not a grain of sand I don't care what's written in your hand It's bound to change Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold Getting older Wrap it up, rip it up now Have it sold I'm a grower Any more, any more, any more, any more... I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you