| Rise up from your bed of straw
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| See if you can bend that short bow one last time
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| Speak from your wounds and say you don’t care
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| You know it’ll prey on your mind
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| Wherever your arrow it falls to the ground
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| Lay lonesome Robin down one last time
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| No more, Robin, no more
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| Your outlaw days are over
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| When you were a little boy
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| You had to go to bed early while the sun still shone
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| Just like sleep was the end of the world
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| And tomorrow would never never come
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| So now lonesome Robin won’t you close your eyes
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| So that the sun it will rise one last time
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| No more, Robin, no more
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| Your outlaw days are over
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| It’s funny how hot is the sun
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| Now that you can’t run away from the city
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| Just lie there and think of the deer you have run
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| And of all the games that you’ve played
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| And wondering what Marian’s bound to do that’s better
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| Than coming to see you one last time
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| No more, Robin, no more
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| Your outlaw days are over
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| And time’s taken your time away
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| Time and deceptions have whittled you down
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| All of the times that ever you had
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| Have took to their heels and run
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| Hold on to whatever is closest to you
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| That’s all lonesome Robin can do one last time
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| No more, Robin, no more
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| Your outlaw days are over |