| Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
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| You kno, she lives in Am. |
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| Why… that’s the one right up top a mine
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| Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry
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| O ah hear her walkin
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| Walkin barefoot cross the floor-boards
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| All thru this lonesome night
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| And ah hear her crying too.
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| Hot-tears come splashin on down
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| Leaking thru the cracks,
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| Down upon my face, ah catch’em in my mouth!
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| Walk’n’cry Walk’n’cry-y!!!
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| From her to eternity!
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| From her to eternity!
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| From her to eternity!
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| Ah read her diary on her sheets
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| Scrutinizin every lil piece of dirt
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| Tore out a page’n’stufft it inside my shirt
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| Fled outa the window,
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| And shinning it down the vine
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| Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
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| Mine! |
| O Mine!
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| From her to eternity!
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| From her to eternity!
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| From her to eternity!
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| Cry! |
| Cry! |
| CRY!
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| She’s wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
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| And standin like this with my ear to the ceiling
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| Listen ah kno it must sound absurd
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| But ah can hear the most melancholy sound
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| Ah ever heard!
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| Walk’n’cry! |
| Kneel’n’cry-y!
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| From her to eternity!
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| From her to eternity!
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| O tell me why? |
| Why? |
| Why?
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| Why the ceiling still shakes?
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| Why the fixtures turn to serpants snakes?
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| This desire to possess her is a wound
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| And its naggin at me like a shrew
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| But, ah kno, that to possess her
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| Is, therefore, not to desire her.
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| O o o then ya kno, that lil girl would just have to go!
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| Go! |
| Go-o-o! |
| From her to eternity! |