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I'm going to a wedding dressed in black |
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I'm going to a party, won't be back |
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And I'm not going with you... no... |
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Trees are no longer a comfort |
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Messages sad in the wires |
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My hair is hung down with the blackest of rain that I'm feeling |
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I'm going to the river, wash my tears |
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I'm going to the mountains, cool my fears |
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That I'm not going with you... no... |
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Skies are no longer a comfort |
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Leaves turning black with the autumn |
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The corn is hung down with the heaviest weight that I'm feeling |
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I'm going to a funeral dressed in white |
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I'm going to a nightclub, to sleep with night |
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And I'm not going with you... no... |
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Love is no longer a comfort, |
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Fantastic times are forgotten |
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My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling |
