| As I rode out one winter’s day
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| Through the silver arches
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| I spied a lady in a silver dress
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| And I heard her whisper
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan, gonna make them mad
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| As I rode down to the dock one day
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| At the river’s edge
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| I spied a ship filled with young girls
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| Who impart what they said
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan, gonna make them mad
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| As I rode out through the wharf one day
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| I spied a golden apple
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| The darkest prophet appeared to me
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| And said there would be trouble
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| 'Cause we’ve been aching for oh so long
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| And we’ve been trying for oh so long
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| And we’ve been aching for oh so long
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan and we’re gonna do bad
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| We got a plan, gonna make them mad |