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Half-Handed Cloud
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The Famine's Hard
Lyricist:John Ringhofer
The famine's hard, the city's sieged And we've forgotten who we need I ate my son and I regret But you don't know how desperate
Oh the king, he rides the wall When I cried his clothes he tore Jahoram, he blamed the Lord We saw potato sack underwear
'To kill Elisha and have his head' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Is what that wicked king had said Elisha trusted, despite the mail And prophesied a flour sale
Four lepers, empty camp And they weren't coming back Retreated from the music Of an army soundtrack
And then we plundered deserted tents I sold my flour for a pence
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