With thorns,
I'll become a
Che Guevara,
declaring a
revolution near
his house. His
neighbor and his
neighbor carried
him, and love
pounded my hea
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With thorns, I'll become a Che Guevara, declaring a revolution near his house. His neighbor and his neighbor carried him, and love pounded my heart like a raid. He's all I want, and I wish I could tie my soul to his hand. My heart, if it yearns for news of him, will burn like a match.
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