| Hello one and all
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| Was it you I used to know
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| Can’t you hear me call
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| On this old ham radio
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| All I got to say I’m alive and feeling fine
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| If you come my way
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| You can share my poison wine
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| No marigolds in the promised land
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| There’s a hole in the ground
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| Where they used to grow
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| Any man left on the Rio Grande
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| Is the king of the world
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| As far as I know
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| I don’t want your bread
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| I don’t need your helping hand
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| I can’t be no savage
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| I can’t be no highwayman
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| Show me where you are
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| You and I will spend this day
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| Driving in my car
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| Through the ruins of Santa Fe
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| No marigolds in the promised land
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| There’s a hole in the ground
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| Where they used to grow
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| Any man left on the Rio Grande
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| Is the king of the world
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| As far as I know
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| I’m reading last year’s papers
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| Although I don’t know why
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| Assassins cons and rapers
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| Might as well die
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| If you come around
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| No more pain and no regrets
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| Watch the sun go brown
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| Smoking cobalt cigarettes
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| There’s no need to hide
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| Taking things the easy way
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| If I stay inside
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| I might live til Saturday
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| No marigolds in the promised land
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| There’s a hole in the ground
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| Where they used to grow
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| Any man left on the Rio Grande
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| Is the king of the world
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| As far as I know |