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I went down to meet my maker |
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and the water tastes salty |
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what's on my lips |
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the letter you sent me |
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I found a good friend |
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but I let her go to easily |
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and what's on my mind |
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the last time you kissed me |
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It was a foam splint-shackle |
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and twenty hours on a train |
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six years and I wonder |
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if you were worth the pain |
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I went down to meet my maker |
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and the water tastes salty |
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what's on my lips |
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the letter you sent me |
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I found a good friend |
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but I let her go to easily |
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and what's on my mind |
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the last time you kissed me |
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I'm wasting away wondering |
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if I'll always love you only |
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and what's holding my heart |
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is the way you used to hold me |
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what's on my lips |
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the letter you sent me |
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and what's on my mind |
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the last time you kissed me |
