It happened so long ago
When everyone lost their homes and freedom
And then the worst came again, the easiest things to blame on Rita
Oh Rita, she works so hard she bleeds to sleep
It’s sweeter that she dreams that nights no worse than torture
It happened again you see
The morning was misery for Rita
Following cries for help
Rita she tried to find them shelter
Oh Rita, she works so hard she bleeds to sleep
It’s sweeter that she dreams that nights no worse than torture
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