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Margery I am a wanderer The ocean is my home In the green saltmagic of the sea, and The mysteries of sand There are supermarket maladies A sickness on the hill All the good men are in prison There's something wrong somewhere Wisdom hides in bullets now Friendship in a sneer And I must find out why Before I come back here A friend is in the army now Another is in jail There is a blackness on the land Nobody is well Margery, oh Margery Everything's in chains Everyone is blinded to The sanctity of change Margery I am a wanderer The ocean is my home In the green saltmagic of the sea, and The mysteries of sand From Letras Mania