| Presently, he stopped inside of a lonely place to rest a while
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| He leaned against a granite wall, and gave himself a little smile
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| Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
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| Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
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| In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
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| In a little place I keep for all the things that never came
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| Time is a big city that rolls up majestically
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| With sewers that are festering, and that’s the way it has to be
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| Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
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| Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
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| In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
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| In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and
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| When will I see you again?
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| Meet in the sugar cane
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| The devil is a pious man
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| He’ll take anybody in
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| 44's in his right hand
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| Where movies are the only love
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| Darlings kissing the god above
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| You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you’re sorry
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| Time is a measure of how much you’ll never |
| Be able to tell her how much you love her
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| Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
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| Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
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| In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
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| In a little place I keep for all the things that never came
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| My true love is gone, my true love was slain
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| And she died in that Alabam' sugar cane
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| Head chopped off like Ichabod Crane, oh, the things I’d do again
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| Tongue hacked out like Helen Keller, oh, if I could only tell her
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| In the bowels of memory lane, meet me in the sugarcane
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| In a little place I keep for all the things that never came, and
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| When will I see you again?
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| Meet in the sugar cane
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| The devil is a pious man
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| He’ll take anybody in
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| 44's in his right hand
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| Where movies are the only love
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| Darlings kissing the god above
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| You don’t know how to say you’re sorry, you’re sorry |