| My sin, my sin is done and it won’t be forgiven
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m going where the wild people living
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| Gone where the wild, wild people living
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| So long alone, close to the bone
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| They kill the messenger, they kill the taxman waiting in line
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| They kill the passenger where the train and taxi collide
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| A holiday has come, my mind has escaped into hiding
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| I’ve shot away my life, out where the wild people riding
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| Out where the wild, the wild people riding
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| So long alone, close to the bone
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| Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the messenger man
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| Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the passenger man
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| Saturday I’m sick, I’m sick with a virus descending
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| Burn sunday to the quick, to the quick with a match on a mile long stick
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| My sin, my sin is done and it won’t be forgiven
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| I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone where the wild people living
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| Gone where the wild, wild people living
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| So long alone, close to the bone
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| Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the messenger man
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| Mama mama ma please, please don’t kill the passenger man |