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Just coming into where I store my hair |
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Just in the rift of golden brown |
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Opening up a hole of light |
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A swallowing epic as we fuse |
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No children had sighed |
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Though listening we hear them |
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So we die |
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Who has the blues |
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Not I |
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Check him in another time |
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And stand him in the new way |
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You and me sister |
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Going to hang on to a bigger day |
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Closer to joining |
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Closer to death |
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Clear the streets for us |
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See if they have any water |
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in that house down the road |
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And i will wait here for you |
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And watch the women roll by |
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And if you don't come back soon |
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I'll pass out right here and die |
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And so i die |
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Who has the blues |
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Not I |
