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Ten years ago, on a cold dark night |
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Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light |
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There were few at the scene, but they all agree |
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That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me |
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She walks these hills in a long, black veil |
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She visits my grave when the night winds wail |
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Nobody knows, nobody sees |
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Nobody knows but me |
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The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi? |
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If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die" |
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I spoke not a word, although it meant my life |
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For I had been in the arms of my best friend's wife |
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The scaffold was high and eternity near |
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She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear |
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But sometimes at night, when the cold wind moans |
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In a long black veil, she cries o'er my bones |
