Chica Da Silva
On the first day of spring
They heard the news
The word spread like fire
That she had fallen
The fields of that day
Were watered with tears
Tears that were cried
For Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
She was young and brave
The prime of her life
Fought for her country
Became a spy
And men told the secrets
Once looked in her eyes
They laid in the arms
Of Chica Da Silva
The game that she played
Couldn't last very long
Luck she relied on
When they had all gone
Her hands tied together
Back on the wall
They shot the life
From Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
On the first day of spring
They heard the news
The word spread like fire
That she had fallen
The fields of that day
Were watered with tears
Tears that were cried
For Chica Da Silva
She was young and brave
The prime of her life
Fought for her country
Became a spy
And men told the secrets
Once looked in her eyes
They laid in the arms
Of Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
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Fever is high
Can't see no future
Can't see no sky
My feet are so heavy
So is my head
I wish I was a baby
I wish I was dead
Cold turkey has got me on the run
My body is aching
Goose-pimple bone
Can't see no body
Leave me alone
My eyes are wide open
Can't get to sleep
One thing I'm sure of
I'm in at the deep freeze
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Thirty-six hours
Rolling in pain
Praying to someone
Free me again
Oh I'll be a good bo