| Yellow tape along the river’s edge
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| Helicopters circling overhead
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| Three little boys coming home from school
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| Gone forever 'neath the Memphis moon
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| Well, the sheriff jumped on me, yes, he did
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| Leaned on me till I cried and beg
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| I cried for my mother, never felt so alone
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| The dawn was breaking and my will was gone
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| They said, «There's two more boys where you came from
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| You’ll implicate them both before we’re done
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| We want that Echols boy with the moody eyes
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| He and that peach faced kid by his side»
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| The trial was over soon as it begun
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| The truth still buried out there in the mud
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| Father forgive me, hear what I say
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| Father forgive this walking razor blade
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| Three more boys who should be back in school
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| Gone forever 'neath the Memphis moon
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| (Really gone)
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| A flicker of hope, a drop of light
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| Mothers arms reaching in the night |