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The quill holds the paper still, the ink draws nothing from this lonely heart |
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The quill holds the hand still, the paper draws nothing from this lonely heart |
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Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked |
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Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me |
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Oh darling yes you'll kill me, |
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Keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked |
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Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me |
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Oh yes you will kill me |
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The windows hold the glass panes closed |
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From shattering against this worn and lonely heart |
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The glass panes hold the windows closed |
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From shattering against this worn and lonely heart |
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I'll keep the gun cocked, keep the barn checked |
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Still thinking of ways that you'll come back and kill me |
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Oh darling you must kill me |
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Keep the gun cocked, you keep the barn checked |
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Alone thinking of ways you'll come back to kill me |
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Oh darling you must kill me |
