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All of my friends come to see me last night, |
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I was laying in my bed and dying. |
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Annie bonneau from st. angel say the weather down there so fine. |
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Just then the wind came squalling through the dark, |
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But who can the weather command? |
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Just want to have a little peace to die, |
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And a friend or two i love at hand. |
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Fever roll up to a hundred and five. |
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Roll on up, gonna roll back down. |
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One more day i find myself alive, |
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Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground. |
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See here how everything led up to this day, |
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And it's just like any other day that's ever been. |
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Sun going up and then the sun going down. |
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Come around, come around. |
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The people might know, but the people don't care, |
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That a man can be as poor as me. |
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Take a look at poor peter, he's lying in pain, |
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Now let's come run and see, run and see, |
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Run and see, run, run and see, and see. |
