| Some leapt with joy and others wept
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| At the nearness of the sun
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| The summer came and summer left
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| Before a warden made my turn had come
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| Aw what a mother for my kids
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| That whole thing of beef she was not still with
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| The proverbial hell
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| So I spent all fall directing traffic upside down
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| At some inverted crossroads waving my Samhain flag 'round
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| Lying demons singing scriptures from the pages
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| Lying demon I been singing the same passages
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| For ages and wooo!
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| I know the devil made that birthday drss you wore
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| Out of every hair ver fell out of my skull
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| Down through the floor
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| I pass the virus apartment
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| My dumb ol' ancestors face me
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| I shoulda stayed dead before
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| I never did have a ton
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| Never had a ton never had a ton though baby
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| Some dig the pain while others slept
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| With a heater tearing them apart
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| Winter came and winter left
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| It left in the backseat!
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| Of the sheriff’s car
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| And in the taillight
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| I’m gonna sing the blues
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| I’m gonna sing the reds
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| In the air and in the dark
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| So if that plane is headin' backwards
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| It’s been making you seem smaller
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| All the birds below are flyin'
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| Some black flying-V guitar
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| I will follow back
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| I will follow back
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| To where you are
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| Toward the blues and the reds
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| In the air and in the dark
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| So when the springtime spreads her legs on the hospital bed
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| Well I’m gonna be there
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| With a flower in my hand
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| And that jester 'fore he’s masked
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| Cotton clasped around my head
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| I solemnly swear
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| To be powerful man
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| I’m gonna keep good company
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| Cause I live in a dark town with no babies
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| But this feeling’s like a son to me
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| Yeah I live in a dark town with no babies
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| But I got this feeling
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| Yeah I live in a dark town without no babies
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| But I got this feeling
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| Yeah I live in a dark town with no babies
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| But this feeling’s like a son
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| It’s like a son
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| It’s like a son to me |