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Smoke don't rise |
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Fuel don't burn |
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Sun don't shine no more |
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Late one night, sorrow come round |
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Scratching at my door |
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But I cut my hands |
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And break my back |
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Draggin' this bag of stones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' bones |
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Left my home and left my love |
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Caught on a rusty nail |
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Devil rose up, heavy with gold |
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My soul's not for sale |
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Then a holy man in a house of God |
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He offered me a book of prayer |
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And when I left my home I left my love |
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I left my faith back there |
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Smoke don't rise |
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Fuel don't burn |
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Sun don't shine no more |
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Late one night, sorrow come round |
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Scratchin' at my door |
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But I cut my hands |
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And break my back |
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Draggin' this bag of stones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' bones |
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Shuttin' my eyes and hang my head |
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Darkness makes no sound |
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Climb it up, bottom there |
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Earth's on the way back down |
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When a sadness falls on the morning bird |
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Wonder what the day will bring |
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But I'm shuttin' my eyes and hang my head |
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At least that bird can sing |
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Smoke don't rise |
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Fuel don't burn |
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Sun don't shine no more |
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Late one night, sorrow come round |
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Scratchin' at my door |
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But I cut my hands |
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And break my back |
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Draggin' this bag of stones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' bones |
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Till they bury me down, beneath the ground |
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With the dust and rattlin' bones |