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A coat of mystery hangs on the wall |
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Of the thick cool breeze |
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He tips his charcoal cap |
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To the girl he won't win back |
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Even if he acts nicely |
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Someone died here, don't know why |
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They found her on the hill |
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Hair blowing high |
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John Lewis, won't you come on in |
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Tell us where you've been |
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Life on the ferris wheel |
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That's where laughter lives |
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And it always will |
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Peter wipes away all of Sarah's tears |
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But has nothing |
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That's ever gonna really comfort her |
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These haunted grounds |
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That we cannot see |
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They're just crowds of children |
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Planning schemes |
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It's not so sad when you realize the truth |
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Well, that's what I've been |
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Hearing from you |
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My head in pounding with thoughts of time |
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Some of which |
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I hope they'll never find |
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John Lewis, won't you come on in |
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Tell us where you've been |
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I never thought I could ever be true |
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I'd be standing here accused |
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With the point of a finger |
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So wise and so strong |
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Oh, I swear I hurt no one |
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They stretched that body |
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On their little bench |
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Just to show what they've been up against |
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Then they throw me in their large calaboose |
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And nobody's shouting, |
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"Won't you please turn him loose" |
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All the ravens straighten their hats and ties |
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Wash their hands in dirty alibis |
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John Lewis, won't you come on in |
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Tell us where you've been |
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The sun don't sink like it used to do |
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This whole town feels like it's gonna move |
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The hills are just memories |
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Through dark eyes and hate |
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Can't you hear her |
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Scratching on my back door gate? |
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She told me who ripped her pretty dress |
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Who lured her away with a warm caress |
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I feel her body around me so cold |
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They sentence me with all their truth untold |
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That lonesome hill is always on my mind |
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But I still think of her smiling in disguise |
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John Lewis, won't you come on in |
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Tell us where you've been |
