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For all that hide under sades of Prohibition .
For all that have suffered from the intimidation of the authorities and the laws.
For all who pay the price for growing the plant they love.
Stay positive better days are coming :cool:



The window is a cold air
Every day I feel the loss of my light
Engines and sounds of cars
Blur out the songs of records
If really tired of everything
I want to bring back peace again
Though, it's unfortunate that everything now is fully frozen
And at last has gone to rest

To sounds of cassettes, me and you, the two
Will fall asleep forever, unbothered evil
And again we charm in these times of epochs
For fate to let us down eternally again
To sounds of cassettes, me and you, the two
Will fall asleep forever, unbothered evil
And again we charm in these times of epochs
For fate to let us down eternally again
 

The next train will be leaving from platform 1
Stop that train, I wanna get on
My baby, she is leaving me now
Stop that train, I wanna get on
My baby, she is leaving me now
Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah)
Shalalala... (Oooh, yeaheah)
Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah)
Shalalala...
Stop that train, I wanna get on
My baby, she is leaving me now
Stop that train, I wanna get on
My baby, she is leaving me now
Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah)
Shalalala... (Oooh, yeaheah)
Shalalala... (Big-a jump, eyah)
Shalalala...
'Cause if you miss the train I'm on
How did you know that I am gone?
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman
Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman
I need, I need, I need a woman
(Big-a jump, hey-a)
I want, I want, I want a good one
(Oh yeah, me wanna)
'Cause if you miss the train I'm on
And then you'll know that I am gone
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman
Hey, mister postman, bring back my woman
I need, I need, I need a woman
(Big-a jump, hey-a)
I want, I want, I want a good one
(Oh yeah, me wanna)
'Cause if you miss the train I'm on
And then you'll know that I am gone
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Was he so damn sit on the voodoo file
And you can hear the whistle blow five hundred miles
 
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