| How is little Thomas Magee?
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| Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key
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| Did he die, little Thomas Magee?
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| Holly, Holly, just let him be
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| He’s wiser now, little Thomas Magee
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| Called this cat on a telephone
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| Heart was beating in my chest
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| I’d eaten something I could not digest
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| And the phone kept ringing
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| There’s no-one home
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| Ran to his house, rapped on the window
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| Ooh blood was pumping much too fast
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| Stuck my fingers through the glass
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| Strange music playin' on the radio
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Way down low and carry me home
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| Pray like Peter, preach like Paul
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| Jesus died to save us all
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| I climbed through the window
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| I crawled on the floor
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| I ripped up all the furniture
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| But I still couldn’t find what I was looking for
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| Problems that we claim as our own
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| Cannot be solved, they must be outgrown
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| The bottomless knowledge that cannot be known
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| The empty ring on the telephone
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| And the strange music playin' on the radio
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Yea way down low and carry me home
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| Swing low, baby, save my soul
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| Where do you go?
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| Where do you go?
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| Swing low, baby, save my soul
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low |