| She wore flowers in her hair
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| And all the town would stare
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| And all the young girls followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere
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| And when the flowers died they saw through the disguise
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| And all the townsfolk circled her
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| With prayers and tar and feathers
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| And fire
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| There’s a dog loose in the woods
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| A fox tied to a tree
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| And when the farmer raises his gun
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| The bullets pass right through me And everyone you know will be crawling through the snow at the four furthest
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| corners of town where they buried my bones |