Prawn - Dialect Of...

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You fled the first when you got wind of reason.
I can’t blame you, I’d do the same if I could.
You found forms, found ways that I have fled.
I lost track when you walked in and you said,
«It's far fetched, it’s a plan
That you have ingrained in your small head.»
I found forms, found things you can’t hide.
You found love in lust I’d rather not guess.
You’ve gone foreign now.
I dredged dirt straight out of the bay.
I found words that you couldn’t say.
You’ve got nerve to say I won’t hold you.