| I’ve traveled the world
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| And the seven bright seas
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| For the keys to these riddles you’ve lain before me Been used and abused
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| By these lesser deities
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| For to ease my disease I’m on bended knees
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| To my lonely lovely girl in the coat
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| I prayed your heart
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| I danced for rain
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| Some wise men, shepherds and indians came
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| Been chased and mistreated
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| Been put down to shame
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| All the same if I bring rain
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| That’s the name of the game
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| To my lonely lovely girl in the coat
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| Cause winter is where she abides all the while
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| And hillsides are covered in snow
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| The summertime sister sends letters to me She speaks with a voice that I know
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| A voice that I know
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| In a broke down truck on the edge of this town
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| With a dusty old world spinning round and round
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| Been caught, I been shot, I been buried alive
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| But that’s nothing compared to the look in her eye
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| To my lonely lovely girl in the coat
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| Cause winter is where she abides all the while
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| And hillsides are covered in snow
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| The summertime sister sends letters to me She speaks with a voice that I know
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| A voice that I know
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| Na, na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na,
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| Na na na, na na na
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| Na, na na na, na na na
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| Na na na, na na na,
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| Na na na, na na na |