| Well, the devil’s blowing coal
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| Through the smokestacks of your mind
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| Dylan’s hanging on the cross
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| The piano’s doing fan
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| Jacob’s on the ladder
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| Smoking candy cigarettes
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| The chinaman’s got heartburn
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| And a thousand tv sets
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| With arms as big as airplanes
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| He ripped his momma’s blouse
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| The preacher man is hiding now
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| But we know he’s in the house
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| And you think I’ve depthed the fathoms
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| But you’d better guess again
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| I don’t understand these spirits, no
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| I only channel them
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| The taxidermist picked me up
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| At a quarter after ten
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| He fixed my troubled mind
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| And then he took me home again
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| The river’s melting quickly
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| But the sky has disappeared
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| The Mohicans don’t leave nothing
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| But a single unshed tear
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| The midway’s closing down
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| But it’s been a lovely run
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| And 50 years means nothing
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| If the town’s been having fun
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| And you think I’ve depthed the fathoms
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| But you’d better guess again
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| I don’t understand these spirits, no
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| I only channel them |