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Oh, can't you tell |
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That I worry very well? |
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Oh old friend, how I fret |
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Things you wouldn't want to wrestle |
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The hills below sloping |
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Down to the beach |
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And here's here's here's hoping |
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Our young bodies will keep |
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Oh, can't you tell |
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That I worry very well? |
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Old friend, how I fret |
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Like you wouldn't want to know it |
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So might you leave? |
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Us all to grieve? |
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Saying: "So passed a man, |
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So passed my darling" |
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Me and my brother |
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Driving the truck |
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Thinking whatever |
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Smoking and such |
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Oh mother, don't worry |
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We are kids in the dust |
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Oh mother, don't worry |
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I am not like he was |
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There're animals crossing |
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We're waving them on |
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Patiently waiting, |
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We are wishing them well |
