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There ain't no difference we're exactly the same, |
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But you chose fortune and fame, |
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There's a small cove on the outside of town, |
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That I'd like to show you around, |
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Oh, we will never be found |
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So fill up your cup with whiskey and gin, |
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and let the time swallow you in, |
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Oh, sing til the morning begins |
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The wind blows low, and the river runs high, |
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Oh how time flows by, |
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It's so sad to see it all die |
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My money's all gone, but my mind is at ease, |
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My home's about ready to freeze, |
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Won't you take me away from here please |
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Seven months or more through the cold rain and snow, |
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In the Winter the hours move slow |
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Oh, in the Winter the hours move slow |