Les Rêves Canadiens

             Here's Mud In Your Eyes

            Excuse me
            But haven't I seen you naked
            Just sitting back there
            With the future in your eyes

            Pardon me
            But haven't I seen you crying
            Sitting in your cage
            With freedom in your eyes

            Don't blush
            With shame
            I've seen you standing
            But you couldn't see me then
            There was something in your eye

            And I was here
            A bluff of poker
            Am I to suppose
            You never saw freedom in my eye
  

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