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Mr. Henry and the muscle man |
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Gave her shoes on a night there was no road to stand |
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Like a letter in a stolen purse |
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She was bored of her weight, she was bored of her words |
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The daughter of a soldier told the fallen priest |
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"That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief" |
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And reaching out to touch the steering wheel |
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She said, "Leave me alone but just don't leave me here, all right?" |
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Aye, all right |
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Mr. Henry and another guy gave her gold |
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On a night that it fell from the sky |
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And like a body when the buzzard came |
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She was bored of her look, she was bored of her name |
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The daughter of a lawyer told the fallen priest |
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"That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief" |
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And tapping at the air with her heel |
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She said, "Leave me alone but just don't leave me here, all right?" |
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Aye, all right |
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Mr. Henry was a dying man |
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With a vice and a tongue that she didn't understand |
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Like the water when the sea got rough |
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She was bored of the breeze, she was bored of her luck |
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The winner and the loser told the fallen priest |
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"That's a cold, cold place in the arms of a thief" |
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And holding everything he made her steal |
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She said, "Leave me alone but just don't leave me here, all right?" |
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Aye, all right |
