| Temperance the dear old deer
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| Did not dare to bother anyone’s ear
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| With her uptight jaw and hair tightly pinned
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| Who’d have thought the sin to be within?
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| Bury me under the almond tree
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| If anything should happen to me
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| Late last june I heard a cry
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| I ran to see my younger sister die
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| The poisoned meat had cut deep inside
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| I cast my revenge on temperance tonight
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| Bury me under the almond tree
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| If anything should happen to me
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| Bury me under the almond tree
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| If anything should happen to me
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| I walked for months through the rain and pour
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| No sign of temperance and her deathly paw
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| I start to think did I dream it all up
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| What revenge is this, its my life now that’s been caught
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| Bury me under the almond tree
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| If anything should happen to me
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| Bury me under the almond tree
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| If anything should happen to me |