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I lost all of my vanity |
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when I peered into the pool |
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I lost all of my innocence |
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When I fell in love with you |
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I never knew a man fall so far until I landed here |
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Where all of my wounds turn into gold when I kissed your hair |
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Come to me Hannah |
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Hannah won't you to come on to me |
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I'll lay down this bottle of wine |
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If you'll just be kind to me |
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Ask her why she cries so loud |
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She Will not say a word |
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Eyes like ice and hands that shake |
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She takes what she deserves |
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To celebrate her emptiness |
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In a Cold and lonely room |
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Sweep the floor with your long flowered dress |
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If you cannot find a broom |
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Come to me Hannah |
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Hannah won't you come on to me |
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I'll lay down this bottle of wine |
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If you'll just be kind to me |
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She's got hair that flows right down |
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Right down to the backs of her knees |
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Her Papa he was a preaching man |
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And the lord is hard to please |
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So she comes down from the ozark hills to these very streets to roam |
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With a banjo and a bible and a fine tooth comb |
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Come to me Hannah |
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Hannah won't you come on to me |
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I'll lay down this bottle of wine if you just be kind to me |
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I'd walk one mile on this broken glass |
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to fall down at your feet |
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oh Hannah you're the queen of the street |
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I climb the tree withy my Hannahlee |
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My intentions they were pure |
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Oh the breeze did whip and I lost my grip |
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I tumbled towards the earth |
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Where You never would guess who it was that stood below |
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And his name I would never tell |
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But His eyes were clear |
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And His arms were strong |
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And caught me as I fell |
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Now come to me Hannah |
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Hannah won't you come on to me |
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I'll lay down this bottle of wine |
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If you'd just be kind to me |
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I'd walk one mile on broken glass |
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to fall down at your feet |
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Hannah you're the queen of the street |
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Hannah you're the queen of the street |
