| I dreamt I was in heaven
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| Among the angel’s gold
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| Feeded by a pleasant hand
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| That dealt the playing cards
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| No sorts of bones whatever
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| Creeping on the ground
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| 'cause bonds of faith may always sever
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| But my gun is still around
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| Now I just found a game
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| Like a mortal upper story
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| Play the final showdown scene
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| 'til you are gone to glory
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| Both friends and foes agree
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| Accused of breaking laws
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| There is no money in this secret box
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| The fodder to my purse
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| Maybe I am wrong
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| Maybe I am right
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| Maybe I’m not strong enough
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| Maybe I will die
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| Like a tawny snake
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| In a torrid clime
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| The twilight
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| 'til the dawn of time
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| Maybe I disclaim my honour
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| Maybe I will jumping down the running train —
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| Jumping down the running train
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| — jumping down the running train
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| The ballade of Jesse James
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| There was a little lady
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| She was twined in golden hair
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| Don’t want to take her to my heart
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| 'cause dollars doesn’t smell
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| She felt down on her knees
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| I can’t forget the sound
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| 'cause bonds of faith may always sever
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| But my gun is still around
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| From the deepground of the ocean
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| To the top of mountains high
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| Where love threw up the sponge
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| Fear got the upper hand
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| An insidious bullet from behind
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| The coffin let me learn
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| There’s no money in this secret box
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| Just fodder to the worms
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| Maybe… |