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When I fall in endless sleep |
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I hope that I'll be buried deep |
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Let me be the one that fortune favours |
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Even good children got shallow graves |
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Throw another clown to the lions |
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Throw another Joan on the blaze |
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Cast me away on the cruel, calm ocean |
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And leave me for days and days and days and days and days |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave, I won't lie |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
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Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
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Bless the poor 'cause like the rich |
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They all end up in a ditch |
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In this world of fools and knaves |
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Even good children got shallow graves |
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The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five |
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Nobody gets out of this alive |
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Throw another clown to the lions |
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Throw another Joan on the blaze |
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Cast me away on the cool, calm ocean |
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And leave me for days and days and days and days and days |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave, I won't lie |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
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Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
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Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
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Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep |
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I won't lie in this poor shallow grave |
