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Well I used to be a lover up until the day I lost my love, |
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Now she is gone, scattered upon, a wind whipped dawn. |
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And I used to be a sailor up until the day that she did drown, |
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Her body found, debris around, entwined and crowned. |
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Oh my darling memory, is there any way that you'll return to me? |
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Cause this fallen man is staring at pine boxes as if they're destiny. |
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Well I used to be a statesman up until the day I found that I, |
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Was more inclined, to simple life, and to my wife. |
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And I used to be a miser up until the day I did surmise, |
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There was no prize, or joy inclined, by what you buy. |
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There's more to life than everything you see and a wedding ring won't make a bride to be. |
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But you can bet the love you give will just come back around as the love you receive. |
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And I'm sitting here lost everything I've loved, |
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Oh my darling dear please wait for me above, |
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And if anyone can share a reason why I should keep living please speak up... |
