| There was a big crowd hangin' round
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| Outside of the Comfort Lounge
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| The night a flashing blade in a frightened hand
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| Turned his world upside down
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| He was trialed and was convicted
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| And was sentenced for to die
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| Oh but the night before they sent out for
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| His darlin' angel eyes
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| Oh she could not write a letter
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| For she had no word recall
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| And so they left them both together
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| And waited outside in the hall
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| Come on and lay down by my side
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| For what may be the last time
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| I want to taste your lips of cherry wine
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| My darlin' angel eyes
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| I would work the graveyard shift
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| Put my back out in the sun
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| If I could not do what I must do now
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| I would do all I have done
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| Oh she could not write a letter
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| For she had no word recall
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| They left the two of them both together
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| Round the hall
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| Come on and lay down by my side
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| For what may be the last time
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| I want to taste your lips of cherry wine
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| My darlin' angel eyes
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| I would work hard and save my dough
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| And we could move back north to Baltimore
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| But it’s too too late for that I know
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| My darlin' angel eyes |