Besedila: Simply Red. Come To My Aid.

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Come to my aid, you're sweet as everything.
Come to my aid, I'd give you anything
I feel so betrayed by the people I love.
Come to my aid, it's you I'm thinking of.

Prouder than wild, sad enough to sing.
Come to my aid and care for social living.

Chorus:
Why are we liable to die for survival?
Wny is our nation divided?
Come to my aid (repeat)

In the poverty stakes see just what it means
When welfare decimates you'd better care about your fellow people.

-chorus-

Come on board!!!