Greenham

Kissing the Pink

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In the morning it was even colder
There was crazy colors and things all over
There had been the ring around and everyone was holding hands and singing
It was an old song

She's like a mountain

Life is dear
Leaving home to be there
And the rain came down, pouring down
On the cold ground
And it was on the television, what to do about it all?
Thirty thousand women
She's like a mountain

La la la la

She's like a mountain
And it wont disappear

They told lies on the television, and the papers said treason
Thirty thousand women
She's like a mountain
This is the song and it goes on and on
And it wont disappear
Thirty thousand women
And it wont disappear

And it makes me feel, it makes me feel