Bandits - Children 18:3

Turning water into alcohol and covering with blood

On the road for hidden riches, ever buried and dug up

But when you see beyond the carnival into a different line

Fallen, fallen is the lonely without a friend to act as guide

I’m giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

Is it true that I’m a hermit here, disheveled and windblown

When-like Adam on his game farm- its just not good to be alone?

I’m giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons

I need friends

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