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All the widows watch |
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Through all window sills |
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Hair raisin' in every room |
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Up the street come a walkin' chill |
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An' you ask for nothin' |
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'Cept to be by my side |
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See my tears, good father |
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Will they wash it away |
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All my dirt from your holy feet |
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No, I don't believe it works that way |
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'Cause you ask for nothin' |
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'Cept to be by my side |
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I seen you in the river |
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Before God an' man |
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Held by the holy hand of winter |
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Brought low by winter's holy hand |
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Yes, my sister girl |
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I know that it is true |
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You see me with the Lord's eye, girl |
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An' you see right through |
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An' you ask for nothin' |
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Is there somethin' behind my eyes? |
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I can look good, I swear |
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When the spirit blows |
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All ore an' all through, yeah |
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My wretched bones |
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An' you ask for nothin' |
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'Cept to be by my side love |
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I seen you in the river |
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Before God an' man |
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Held by the holy hand of winter |
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Brought low by winter's holy hand |