Lyrics Amanda Palmer – Shahla’s Missing Page

I have a little vial
A little plastic vial
I keep it in my pocket
Deep down where no one sees it

I’ve carried it for twenty
Two and a half years and we
Touch through the tall electric
Fence wearing masks and blankets

My father always told me
To keep a glass of pepper
So I could fight the night men
So I could sleep forever

If they found my hiding spot
I’ll tell you where I keep it locked
At night the code is 3-2-1
Be brave…

Share it with our sons

The crack of dawn and rifling
We heard the sound of engines
It was the wind perhaps the
Living room floor collapsing

My father always told me
To say a little prayer
Before I lay my head down
Before the men take over

Eyes tight, one step, I stumble
Into a night dressed navy
I promised, and you promised
I see our children waving
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