| The handing down, the handing down
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| Maybe the truth will not be shown
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| And the dark will just roll on and on, roll
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| O three rivers where’s that star you once
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| Held above my faded dreams
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| Heart worn more than some I guess
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| But I’m still holding at the seams
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| Still holding at the seams
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| Scarecrow holds an hourglass
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| Above the cross roads for me
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| Filled with tears and twilight
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| From a friend’s dying day
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| Here’s a turkey feather for his favourite hat
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| And a love letter from the ace of spades
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| A love letter from the ace of spades
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| An anchor in the crown
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| Of Queen Anne’s lace and chicory
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| A charm, a charm to drive away
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| All the heartaches I gave
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| All the goodbyes and the 'I love you’s'
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| I said but not in time
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| But mine is the heart of lonesome pine
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| And the choices weren’t always mine
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| The choices weren’t always mine |