| I’m the same by name, I had a friend called 'generous Bilby'
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| He was the same by name
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| His only advice was that he died while I did a little dance
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| From dust to dust the preacher sighted, I did a little cry
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| On adjourn by name, last there at long
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| It’s not favorably me, for not believing what I saw
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| His only advice was that I danced in this shinny white shirt
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| He should have known I’d be the last, to be there first
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| Right as rain
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| Tombstone and the damage done
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| How beautiful the naked skin, how beautiful it glows
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| This is where the bleeding stops and this is what it shows
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| It has turned into a scar, the same, just the same, the same
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| But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes
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| And a man my name had a friend called 'deadly Bilby’but he slipped away
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| And he said, Poor me out some whiskey man, there’s something you should know
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| The person that you take me for, was buried long ago
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| Right as rain
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| Tombstone and the damage done, how beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose
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| This is where the story ends and this is where it goes
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| It just turned into an alibi
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| But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes |