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Come on now, who do you
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?

Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a battery hen...

Good Night...

I've had enough of watching scenes
With schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoiac, prima-donnas...

You think a little love is all you need
But love is such a small thing can't you see
I think you'll find it sits in a book and
Changes the words that you read

Walks you out of the sun
What you touch you don't feel...

And there are, oh, so many ways
For her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers...

Another promise, another seed
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined.

Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
When time and tide have been?

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day.