| Two lovers stood in the white, white sand
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| A dark-eyed maiden and her tall lover man
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| With surprise and pain in her eyes
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| She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
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| They’re lyin' to me, aren’t they, Jim
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| She asked him
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| That fair-haired girl with those blue, blue eyes
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| Is not your wife, is she Jim
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| And with tears in her eyes and her sad, sad cries
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| She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
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| In the darkness, he let go of her hand
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| I’m not to blame, it was a game
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| 'Cause that fair-haired woman is my wife
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| And she will be all of my life
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| You’re lyin' to me, aren’t you Jim, she asked him
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| If lovin' me was a sport, then your life shall be short
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| She said to him, my Jim
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| And the blade of the maid struck the man
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| And the blood flowed in the sand from her tall lover man
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| Two lovers lyin' in the white, white sand
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| I’ll die with you, my tall lover man
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| And her blade found its mark in the dark
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| She clung to the hand of her tall lover man
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| They’re lyin' to me, aren’t they, Jim, she asked him
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| That fair-haired girl won’t be your wife
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| And with tears in her eyes and sad, sad cries
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| She died in the sand with her tall lover man |