( RE Broughton )
I met her in a garden where the warrior grows.
We shivered in the darkness I knew you were
at home.
I told you I was lonely begged you not cry.
Blown smoke in my head Green lights in your eye.
You know about me and the business man it's
hard to keep a friend.
Stone cold shaking-waiting for the rest wondering
where it ends.
I don't know how I got this far at all.
You said you'd like to meet her it was soon arranged.
She said you were her sister though we all felt strange.
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