6
"Who will give me wings," I ask - "wings like a dove?" Get me out of here on dove wings;
7
I want some peace and quiet. I want a walk in the country,
8
I want a cabin in the woods. I'm desperate for a change from rage and stormy weather.
9
Come down hard, Lord - slit their tongues. I'm appalled how they've split the city Into rival gangs prowling the alleys
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