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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 it were a dream
It was nice, when you were nice, Roberta
Tonight 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 it were a dream
Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Jamie Stewart
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 it were a dream
It was nice, when you were nice, Roberta
Tonight 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 it were a dream
Copyright: ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Jamie Stewart
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