Lyrics

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
Writer(s): James Cyrus Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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