| At long last the sorrow fades
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| At long last they’ve come to call
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| Come take our souls away
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| They ain’t good to no one at all
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| My beautiful friend has a name
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| And sleeps underneath a stone engraved
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| I don’t know why he gone away
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| I don’t know
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| On Tuesday morning where will I be?
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| On Tuesday morning what shall I see?
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| My pretty friend, I suppose
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| Love is life’s sickness
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| You can’t let go
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| I’ve seen the ruin and the change
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| I think it’s a shame
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| My pretty pal, my pretty pal
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| My pretty pal, oh, my pretty pal
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| My beautiful friend, I know
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| Love is life’s sickness
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| I won’t let go
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| I’ve seen the ruin and the change
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| I think it’s a shame.
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| My pretty pal, my pretty pal
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| My pretty pal, oh, my pretty pal
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| I’ve seen the ruin and the change
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| On Tuesday morning
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| I’ve seen the ruin and the change
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| On Tuesday morning
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| My pretty pal
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| My pretty pal |