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The country I was born in it has honeysuckle airThe scented breeze caressed girls with hay-bale yellow hairThe satisfied and misty eyed make sport and merry thereI will meet you at the border in the morningThe land I left is full of love and radiant in springThe songs are sweet and solemn there and everyone can singI could have bought you roses, could have bought you anythingI'll meet you at the border in the morningThe country I was born in it created me compelledBut all reason is retrospective, love I just rebelHang heaven, we can build a better war for us in hellAnd I'll meet you at the border in the morningI've loved you like a clinging fist above the clawing seaI've cut you with a whip of a thousand crueltiesI'm sorry that I met you and I'm begging darling pleaseCome meet me at the border in the morningAnd oh this world's got nothing in it, no, no, no, noAnd oh this world's got nothing in it, no, no, no, noYour eyes are bright like polished jewels and they cry like razored skinI would your will erased transfigured into sinI would rip you into pieces and rebuild you from withinI will meet you at the border in the morningSongtexteSing poets and sing singers at the altar of the straightOf better days, happy fields, and other shit we hateLet's go into the darkness love, and close our eyes and waitWe are heading for the border in the morning (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania