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Branded on a telephone
Germans came, I wasnt home
Nickel for your fortune true
Dime when you reach forty-two
Vertebrae all scrambled round
Lately I have found a sound
Mention this to him above
Take care of the one I love
He told me not to be afraid
I kissed his feet and dug my grave
Walkin down a line again
Hey mister, have you got a friend
Branded on a telephone
Junk man come, I wasnt home
Peace (?) escaped from me today
Fortune lady was a liar