| Swell does the skull
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| I don’t want to be a sinner, no
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| Don’t want to be a sinner, no
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| But bourbon, always bourbon
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| Swell does the skull
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| Don’t want to be a sinner, no
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| Don’t want to be a sinner, no
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| But velvet, always velvet
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| Here he comes through the rain
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| With his coat and his walking cane
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| And he says softly to me:
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| «The war is over, we belong in the country.»
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| Oooh
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| Ring have the bell
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| There’s honey on the bread now
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| There’s honey on the bread now
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| And music, always music
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| He comes home, out of the rain
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| I take his coat, and his walking cane
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| He can feel that I hold him tight
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| The day’s over
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| We belong by the fireside
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| Swell does my skull
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| I’ll never be without him, no
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| I’ll never be without him, no
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| I’ll never be without him, no |