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As I rode out one winter's day |
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Through the silver arches |
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I spied a lady in a silver dress |
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And I heard her whisper |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan, gonna make them mad |
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As I rode down to the dock one day |
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At the river's edge |
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I spied a ship filled with young girls |
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Who impart what they said |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan, gonna make them mad |
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As I rode out through the wharf one day |
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I spied a golden apple |
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The darkest prophet appeared to me |
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And said there would be trouble |
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'Cause we've been aching for oh so long |
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And we've been trying for oh so long |
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And we've been aching for oh so long |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan and we're gonna do bad |
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We got a plan, gonna make them mad |
