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Put on my best Sunday dress |
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And I walk straight into this mess of mine |
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Yeah, put on my best Sunday dress |
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I walk straight into this mess |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Pale blue eyes so young |
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Pale blue eyes so far away |
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Wash me with his sorrow |
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Forgive me all his pain |
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And I've come here to confess |
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To the wind and the rain and the glorious fame |
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And I've come here all undressed |
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For the numb and the dumb all say the name |
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That you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Pale blue eyes so dumb |
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Pale blue eyes so far away |
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Take him to the river |
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Forgive us all his pain |
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Ooh, I'm coming undone |
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He comes from the coal mine |
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I see you shine like a diamond |
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And curse us all goodnight |
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Put on my best Sunday dress |
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And I walk straight into this mess of mine |
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And I've come here all undressed |
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For the poison and pain and to take what is mine |
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That you burn, that you burn |
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Pale blue eyes so young |
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Pale blue eyes so far away |
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Take me to his sorrow |
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Forgive us all his pain |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Watching you burn |
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Put on my best Sunday dress |
