wickerman

Gross Morose

There's a place to hide
On the other side
When their bastard lies
Stretch far and wide
But I like it that way
Cos I get to choose
And I like it that way
Cos I get to lose you.

CHORUS
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And we run into the field
Circle in the corn
We disobey the order
And watch the wicker man burn.
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There's a rising tide
In suicides
And they flow like wine
To the brainwashed mind
But I like it that way
Cos I get to choose
And I like it that way
Cos I get to lose you.

CHORUS

And we run into the field
Circle in the corn
We join hands together
And watch the wicker man.

© Severn Dwyer. 1994

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