| Gold around those fingers shown
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| Bound for to carry home
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| Fond of the flattest field
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| But you know there are bones buried deep down below
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| Tatted lace frail figure graced
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| That has since been torn and stained
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| Tatted lace frail figure graced
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| That has since been torn and stained
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| And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
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| Novels we don’t write
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| Hearts been lost in flight
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| Skin in the black of night
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| Love is a sinking kite
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| Tatted lace frail figure graced
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| That has since been torn and stained, oh Tatted lace frail figure graced
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| That has since been torn and stained
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| And put, and put so far away, oh, so far away
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| Gold around those fingers shown
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| Bound for to carry home
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| Suitcase filled with stones
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| Snow keeps me alone
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| Suitcase filled with stones
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| Snow keeps me alone, all alone
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| All alone, all alone
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| All alone, all alone, all alone |