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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Old gravediggress by the dried out brook |
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Whose babble turns to gravel |
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And my company too |
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I used to watch the butterflies |
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Pretend that its spring |
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When December can't remember |
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Not a damn cold thing |
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Old gravedigger-r by the burnt out tree |
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Who held a hive a murmur |
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But no more bees |
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I used to hear the wind- |
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Made speak and sing the leaves |
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Seems so long I've felt but a shy and tender breeze |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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Old scarecrow wounded at the knee |
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Lost your button eyes |
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And most of your stuffing |
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Hay for a heart |
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And hay for a brain |
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If your momma was sweeter then you might be sane |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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(Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury) |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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(All of my love and all of my holy) |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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All of my love and all of my holy |
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(Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury) |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
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Gravediggress dig me a hole i can bury |
