| Brandy and Rye, the Magpies are stirring
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| Lay down your last twenty dollars
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| Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers
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| There’s a star above the manger tonight
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| The Devil gets wise when you start to win
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| Dead from your pleasures too soon
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| Horseflies are flying slow, heavy from your remains
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| Silver green, many mansions above us
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| Wash up your hands before you dive in
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| Sweet baby Jesus, give me luck at the tables
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| There’s a star above the manger tonight
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| Turn down the lighthouse low
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| Let the lost keep staying lost
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| Shepherds are dead sober, whispering numbers
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| There’s a star above the manger tonight |