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Happy in my harvest home |
|
Walking floors with the ghost all alone |
|
Happy that I'm made of stone |
|
To grieve that I cause is my cause to a tone |
|
Now black is the color |
|
Black is my name |
|
And I used to burn it up |
|
We chased the devil away |
|
The house |
|
On fire |
|
The flame |
|
How wild |
|
Nothing |
|
To say |
|
This girl |
|
So gray |
|
I grieve |
|
I've sold |
|
My harvest |
|
My home |
|
Happy in my harvest home |
|
Walking floors with the ghost all alone |
|
Happy that I'm made of stone |
|
To grieve that I cause is my cause to a tone |
|
Now black is the color |
|
Black is my name |
|
And I used to burn it up |
|
We chased the devil away |
|
The house |
|
On fire |
|
The flame |
|
How wild |
|
Nothing |
|
To say |
|
This guy |
|
So gray |
|
I grieve |
|
I've sold |
|
My harvest |
|
My home |
|
The house |
|
On fire |
|
The flame |
|
How wild |
|
Nothing |
|
To say |
|
This guy |
|
So gray |
|
I grieve |
|
I've sold |
|
My harvest |
|
My home |
