| I left the yard then came back in
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| I drank up your bathtub gin—
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| And though I lived, it left me weak
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| But I raise myself back up to speak…
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| For it hit me hard, the mandolin
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| That cried just there inside your door—
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| And though it left me high and dry
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| I know too soon I’ll ask for more
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| Oh I’ve come back to plead and dance
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| To forgive us both all in advance
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| Salt and sugar, tooth and nail
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| Tongue and groove, and all for sale;
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| Thoughts and prayers, words and deeds
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| Bruised and broken, spilling seeds—
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| Tar and feathers, clocks and spoons
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| Falling shoes and flashing signs;
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| Fits and starts, and hearts and moons
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| That wane come either rain or shine
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| Oh I’ve come back to plead and dance
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| To forgive us both all in advance
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| We all come into this world
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| Scared and bare, blue and curled—
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| We all bring the knife we need
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| To sate our mouths and not concede
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| The love that stands a moving bridge
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| Where blood moves under skin and bone—
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| To feel a hum and come alive
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| In bodies that are not our own
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| Oh I’ve come back to plead and dance
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| To forgive us both all in advance |