| Cross her off the shortlist
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| My blood is a red-winged bird
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| The way will be lit by the bridges we burn, oh
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| And come, tornado!
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| Carry me away from the croft
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| Ruffle my hair, bear my body aloft, oh
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| As the cutlass came down on a Saturday night
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| Left an un-planted field, left my daughter and wife
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| Called away into service, for a clerical life
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| Left an un-planted field, left my daughter and wife
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| Thought I was a sad-boy
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| Now I know, I know, I know I was wrong
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| Since you came along, I can see how content I had been
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| It’ll drive a man crazy to age from the outside in
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| But I have a plan, it’s a trick with a prick of a pin
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| And as the cutlass came down on a Saturday night
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| Left an un-planted field, left my daughter and wife
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| Called away into service, for a clerical life
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| Left an un-planted field, left my daughter and wife
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| For a man can be bought, and a man can be sold
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| And the price of a hundred thousand unwatered souls
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| Is a bit of meat and a bit of coal
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| It’s a bit of meat and a bit of coal
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| It’s a little bit of meat and coal |