| Up near the border where the cruel white water
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| Drowns the vagabond who sleeps too low
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| Me and my companion, the famous Jack Of Lanterns
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| Tracked the misty mountains through the snow
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| I ran across the hidden chord but I could not learn the changes
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| The blue Pacific called and I had to go
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| There was holy on the ivy in the apparition mountains
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| But the warmest bed I found was ten below
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| Courted lady Greensleeves, she pushed me out the window
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| I landed like a feather in the trees
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| Took off across New Mexico and landed in the bayou
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| But the catfish were too lean, and I had to blow
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| Don’t lie for gold--no no no no!
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| Don’t lie for love--that turns out cold
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| If life depends, just get out whole…
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| But don’t lie for less, no no no no!
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| You’re my amour, you’re my own heart
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena!
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| Left a life of ease and caught that black iron steamer
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| Across the barren waste to your arcade
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| Singing 'take me to your leader' in my strangest country tenor
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| But the bad I set to lay was half way made
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| Leftover pieces weren’t exactly what I needed
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| They didn’t have much meaning on their own
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| There was some talk of deviation, but from what was never mentioned
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| So I set out to find my wrong way home
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| Home inside the hour, I was tuning my guitar
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| Where I got that sudden urge I know too well
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| I finished my rendition of 'Don't Pity My Condition'
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| And then looked around to find what I could sell
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| You can’t sell your soul! |
| Leave that alone!
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| You can’t change your role Big Daddy Lowe
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| Don’t break your back for less than love!
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| And don’t trade your love for stars above!
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| You’re my amour, you’re my own heart
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena!
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| Caught up with Jack Of Lanterns in a town called Make It Hurt
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| Preaching three card monte in the Live And Let It church
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| The choir was down and dirty, drawing bad and betting worse
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| We left at ten past six in a padded hearse
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| I might find companions in after hours taverns
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| To tell a tale or two I’ve never heard
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| But the strangest song I know
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| Is what the thunder said to lightening
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| And I never could recall a single word
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| Except…
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| Up near the border where the cruel white water
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| Drowns the vagabond who sleeps too low
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| Me and my companion, the famous Jack Of Lanterns
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| Tracked the misty mountains through the snow
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| Don’t lie for gold--no no no no!
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| Don’t lie for love--that turns out cold
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| If life depends, just get out whole…
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| But don’t lie for less--no no no no!
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| By firelight you steal my heart
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena
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| Marie Marie, Marie Helena! |