| I was born some time ago
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| In this very room
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| There’s many who have come and gone
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| There’s may be one more soon
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| Seasons come and seasons go
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| Some tanking in between
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| I’m lookin' through the window now
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| At all that I have been
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| Someone is singin' some crazy song
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| On the paint strained radio
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| My hands they are wringin' as I gaze upon
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| These frozen fields of snow
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| My father was a violent man
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| He died in '63
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| My mother broke her silence then
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| And she looked after me
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| We dug a deep well for water
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| She told me water makes you free
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| She lost her only daughter
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| Her name was Mary-Lee
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| They called me up and threw me in
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| And there I lost my heart
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| I forget where I have been
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| Till wake up in the dark
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| I heard a voice saying you’re going home
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| As my blood began to flow
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| My mama was calling and beckoning
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| From the frozen fields of snow
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| Somethin' out there’s goin' to ground
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| Lying under open skies
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| Birds of prey come swoopin' down
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| Pickin' at their eyes
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| Springtime in comin' and it’s none too soon
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| It’s time for me to let it go
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| I can see color green poking throungh
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| Through these frozen fields of snow
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| My secrets are whispering in this fading light
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| I have killed and I have loved
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| Time it will decide |