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The salesman came this mornin' |
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Salvation door-to-door |
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He offered me the property |
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Oh, who could ask for more |
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Show me around the pastures of plenty |
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Deliver me from the rivers of none |
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I'm about to be drowned |
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And my cup is so empty |
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Just let me know when my time is come |
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The mail was late arrivin' |
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The bills were all for me |
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It's not that I mind owing up |
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It's just the C.O.D. |
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Take me on down to the pastures of plenty |
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Deliver me from the rivers of none |
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I'm about to be drowned |
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And my cup is so empty |
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Just let me know when my time is come |
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The sun is setting slowly |
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Descending to the west |
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I'm prepared if the end is near |
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But which descent is best |
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Oh, which descent is best |
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Show me around the pastures of plenty |
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Deliver me from the rivers of none |
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I'm about to be drowned |
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And my cup is so empty |
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Just let me know when my time is come |
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Show me around the pastures of plenty |
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Deliver me from the rivers of none |
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I'm about to be drowned |
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And my cup is so empty |
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Just let me know when my time is come |
