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He wrote me a letter
Saying he would love me better
When my poor sons begetter the rules
Finest man that I've seen ever since my eyes have been
But his honesty did gleam me blind
Never knew the sky was white till I took that flight,
Till I took that flight to him,
Tonight.
I knew my name
I knew my road
And I stayed away from heavy loads
I'm still, I'm low
O lord am I low
I am from Salinas
Where the women go forever
And they never ever stop to ask why
My mother she is a saviour
Of six foot of bad behaviour
With long dark curly hair down to her thigh
Oh my mother
Oh my friends
Ask the angels
Will I ever see heaven again?
Will I ever see heaven again?
Will I ever see heaven again?
And a few strong branches over water reach for what they all not reach
"Sophia"
Now Sophia
I'm wounded by dust
Now Sophia
I'm wounded by dust
Now Sophia
"All My Rage"