We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home's a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.

So let's take the good times as they go and I'll meet you further on up the road...

Fear's a powerful thing It'll turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust.

Hell's brewin' dark sun's on the rise This storm'll blow through by and by House is on fire, Viper's in the grass A little revenge and this too shall pass.

Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermees; possessions jalouses du bonheur.

She has no strong white arms to fold you, But the ten-times-fingering weed to hold you - Out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you.

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