| Pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| Pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| Shoutin' at the rising moon
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| Knowin' that I will soon stay
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| At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarp
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| I’m pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| Though you made me a buffoon
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| You did not hear the words that I did croon
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| I’m pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| I knew you’d finally come around
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| Won’t you please enjoy the sound
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| I didn’t say clap, and I didn’t stay sharp
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| I’m pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| And when I saw your eyes all brown
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| I pulled them boy, and lo I cut you down
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| At the edge of the plain, on the top of the scarp
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| This is where we all will fall
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| This is what we shall call kill
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| Pluckin' all day on our angel’s harp
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| A resonator is sounding dark
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| Though you might be walkin' tall
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| Everybody got a lot to grow
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| Pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| Pluckin' all day on my angel’s harp
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| This is where I’m jumping off
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| This is where I sail aloft |