| Oh father please can we get this girl to love me?
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| I don’t got much more time
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| And maybe we can luckily raise a family
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| and then we both will die
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| And lowered down in fine oak, in the ground
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| The sweet absence of life
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| And every time you move
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| It all just falls away, like a feather
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| And every time you move, it all just falls away
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| It all just falls away
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| And let’s rewind to the summer,
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| when we carved our names with knifes, in mid July
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| And on the tree it read forever: «I will love you my Mary.»
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| Shined in the light
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| I laid it down by fine oak on the ground
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| The sweet absence of life
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| And every time you move
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| It all just falls away, like a feather
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| And every time you move, it all just falls away
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| It all just falls away
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| And I don’t wanna be (I don’t wanna be)
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| So down the sin to see (so down)
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| So I will watch you cry (so down)
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| And every time you move
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| It all just falls away, like a feather
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| And every time you move, it all just falls away
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| It all just falls away |