| For you I am gangster
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| A poison in a well
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| A body worn from fighting wars
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| It may be hard to tell
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| I was a girl of blush and vigour
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| And my youth I left with summer
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| Bring me back to your first home
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| And marry me under its trees
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| Our pain we leave behind us
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| And our fortunes come in threes
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| Like a husk I shed at winter’s end
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| I step outside this shell
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| My skin is new and shining
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| It may be hard to tell
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| I was a sailor grooved with tattooed blue
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| And I’ve crossed the sea for you
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| Bring me back to your first home
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| And marry me under its trees
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| Our pain we leave behind us
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| And our fortunes come in threes
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| Bring me back to your first home
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| And marry me under its trees
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| Our pain we leave behind us
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| And our fortunes come in threes |