| Two men have quarreled, so two men will fight
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| Oh, stop them before it’s too late
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| Lord, stop them from doing this terrible thing
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| For the sake of two women who wait.
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| Or one of us will weep tonight,
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| One of wont sleep tonight,
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| One of us will walk forth tomorrow,
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| Out of a happy life,
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| Into a lonely life,
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| Wearing the black dress of sorrow
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| Out is the street now they reach for their guns,
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| Please stop them before it’s too late
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| But a bullet rings out and the pain can be felt
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| In the hearts of two women that wait.
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| Now one of us will weep tonight,
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| One of us wont sleep tonight,
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| One of us will walk forth tomorrow,
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| One of us a happy life
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| One of us a lonely life
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| Wearing the black dress of sorrow. |