| Baby Grace is the victim
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| She was 14 years of age
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| And the wheels are turning, turning
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| For the finger points at me
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| (All's well)
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| But I have not been to Oxford Town
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| (All's well)
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| No I have not been to Oxford Town
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| Toll the bell
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| Pay the private eye
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| (All's well)
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| 20th century dies
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| And the prison priests are decent
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| My attorney seems sincere
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| I fear my days are numbered
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| Lord get me out of here
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| (Here) (All's well)
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| But I have not been to Oxford Town
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| (All's well)
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| But I have not been to Oxford Town
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| Toll the bell
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| Pay the private eye
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| (All's well)
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| 20th century dies
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| This is your shadow on my wall
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| This is my flesh and blood
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| This is what I could’ve been
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| And the wheels are turning and turning
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| As the Twentieth Century dies
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| If I had not ripped the fabric
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| If time had not stood still
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| If I had not met Ramona
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| If I’d only paid my bill
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| (All's well)
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| I have not been to Oxford Town
|
| (All's well)
|
| But I have not been to Oxford Town
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| Toll the bell
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| Pay the private eye
|
| (All's well)
|
| 20th century dies
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| This is my bunk with two sheets
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| This is my food though foul
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| This is what I could have been
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| Toll the bell
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| Pay the private eye
|
| (All's well)
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| 20th Century dies
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| Toll the bell
|
| Pay the private eye
|
| (All's well)
|
| 20th century dies
|
| (All's well)
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| 20th century dies
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| (All's well)
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| All’s well, all’s well
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| Toll the bell
|
| Pay the private eye
|
| (All's well)
|
| 20th century dies
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| Toll the bell
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| Pay the private eye
|
| (All's well)
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| 20th century dies |