| When I came down to your riverside
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| And saw you standing there
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| Pocketful of moonbeams
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| You had henna in your hair
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| And I never felt so lonely
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| Got the feeling I can’t shed
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| Yeah, it might seem like a premonition
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| But you’re a long time dead
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| Gonna be a long time dead
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| Misery the devil’s in my head
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| The seasons had already turned
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| The wind began to howl
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| A change of fortune is what I need
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| And there was little doubt
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| That they had never heard my testimony
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| Not a single word I said
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| Yeah, the judge he whispered in my ears
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| Gonna be a long time dead
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| Gonna be a long time dead
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| Misery the devil’s in my head
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| Took you to your riverside
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| And saw you standing there
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| Pocketful of moonbeams
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| You had henna in your hair
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| And I never felt so lonely
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| Got the feeling I can’t shed
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| And it might seem like a premonition
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| But you’re a long time dead
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| Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead
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| Long time dead |