Hide myself into your eyes,
Run until the lights will call you.
Still I am nobody's friend,
Love me till the end. Love me till the end.
Trouble, honey, looks like crime
Hands beside me they are mine.
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?'
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