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Down the crooked road a ways |
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A child's shadow hiding in the briar |
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Tending to a twisted heart that's bent and broken |
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Wounded and abandoned left amongst the rotted root to rot |
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Moon, crimson moon |
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Rose marie's walking down the crooked road a ways |
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All aglow, her fair white skin |
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Portrait of beauty, angel to many |
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Hears the hush crying from the briar |
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Reaches in her hand to see what's the matter |
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And is dragged through the darkness |
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Beneath the lonely cypress |
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The town's beloved daughter |
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Carried to her death in the turbid waters |
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And set afloat downstream |
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Whole town erupts, bursts into flame |
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Parties go a-searching down the crooked road a ways |
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Find old rufus there drunk and asleep |
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Fishing by the water must have killed our beloved daughter |
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Can't hold back these waves of anger |
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Tie a rope around his neck |
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See if he still hollers |
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Another innocent soul hangs over the briar |
