| Gather round my children,
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| the road is clear for now
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| So we’ll be heading out
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| Where’s the corn I gave you?
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| Keep it hidden at your side
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| and put your hand in mine.
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| I was there in the last black sea
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| With a host of stars, and a horseman and a thief
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| I saw the judgment of the living and the dead
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| I took you in my arms when the devil turned his head
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| Can’t stop til morning
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| Though I know your feet are tired
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| So are mine
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| We can eat wild honey
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| And fruit from off the vine
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| Just what the day provides
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| I was there in the last black sea
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| With a host of stars, and a horseman and a thief
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| I saw the judgment of the living and the dead
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| I took you in my arms when the devil turned his head
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| Oh, I took you in my arms when the devil turned his head |