We've got to escape the highway.
Girl, we've got to make our way home.
This world is full of oppression,
and poisons unknown.
So let us travel to the mountains
and stand upon the ancient rock,
where no one will stop our groovin'
and no one will stop our talk.
And when the lark flies overhead
while our hearts are in our mouths,
we all get a little dizzy
and follow his love South. |
Submission Name: And when the lark flies...
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