| All of my friends, come to see me last night,
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| I was lying in my bed and dying.
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| Annie Bonneau from Saint Angel
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| Say the weather down here so fine.
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| Just then the wind come squalling thru the dark,
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| But who can the weather command?
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| Just want to have a little peace to die,
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| And a friend or two I love at hand.
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| Fever roll up to a hundred and five,
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| Roll on up gonna roll back down.
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| One more day I find myself alive,
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| Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.
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| See here how everything lead up to this day,
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| And it’s just like any other day that’s ever been.
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| Sun going up and then the sun going down.
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| Shine thru my window and my friends they come around,
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| Come around, come around.
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| The people might know, but the people don’t care
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| That a man can be as poor as me,
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| Take a look at poor Peter, he’s lying in pain,
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| Now let’s come run and see, run and see,
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| Run and see, run, run and see, and see. |