| Bad news, bad news,
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| Come to me where I sleep,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Sayin' one of your friends
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| Is in trouble deep,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Tell me the trouble,
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| Tell once to my ear,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Joliet prison
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| And ninety-nine years,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Oh what’s the charge
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| Of how this came to be,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Manslaughter
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| In the highest of degree,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| I sat down and wrote
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| The best words I could write,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Explaining to the judge
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| I’d be there on Wednesday night,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Without a reply,
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| I left by the moon,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| And was in his chambers
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| By the next afternoon,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Could ya tell me the facts?
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| I said without fear,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| That a friend of mine
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| Would get ninety-nine years,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| A crash on the highway
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| Flew the car to a field,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| There was four persons killed
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| And he was at the wheel,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| But I knew him as good
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| As I’m knowin' myself,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| And he wouldn’t harm a life
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| That belonged to someone else,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| The judge spoke
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| Out of the side of his mouth,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Sayin', «The witness who saw,
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| He left little doubt,»
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| That may be true,
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| He’s got a sentence to serve,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| But ninety-nine years,
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| He just don’t deserve,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Too late, too late,
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| For his case it is sealed,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| His sentence is passed
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| And it cannot be repealed,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| But he ain’t no criminal
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| And his crime it is none,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| What happened to him
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| Could happen to anyone,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| And at that the judge jerked forward
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| And his face it did freeze,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| Sayin', «Could you kindly leave
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| My office now, please,»
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| Well his eyes looked funny
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| And I stood up so slow,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| With no other choice
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| Except for to go,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| I walked down the hallway
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| And I heard his door slam,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| I walked down the courthouse stairs
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| And I did not understand,
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| Turn, turn to the rain
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| And the wind.
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| And I played my guitar
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| Through the night to the day,
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| Turn, turn, turn again.
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| And the only tune
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| My guitar could play
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| Was, «Oh the Cruel Rain
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| And the Wind.» |