Broken Land from Broken Land by Kotorino

swallows fly, still have to land
they touch the ground on broken land
moved west Canarsie Indian
never to come back again
I wonder will I be like them
or bide my time and wait till when

you and me will take our time
so drink up the holiday wine
I'll take yours, and you can take mine
don't care what the're saying

step over the river and reach out your hand
pull me across to broken land
step over the river and reach out your hand
pull me across to broken land
are dreams are like diamonds buried in the sand
spread on the shores of broken land
are dreams are like the diamonds buried in the sand
spread on the shores of Coney Island

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