One,
two,
three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
I am not a slave to the world,
I am a woman of my heart
I am a woman of my heart
I am a woman of my heart
I am not a slave to
the world,
I am a woman of my heart
I am a woman
of my heart
she
That very place was full of isn't
That I wanna leave someone
That I wanna take away
Because I missed you so much
So to meet you I remained ill
You said that you're not willing
to rebuild your life
You
said that it's a farce
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Because the farmers are poor,
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