| This journey started slow and free and ended wrapped around a tree
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| Just like my self pity
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| Tangled in the willow weeds as high as right up to my knees
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| While scratching at the fleas
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| She is handsome, she is pretty
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| She is the queen and I’m two jacks shitty
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| Made our way the less traveled roads and the filthy ferry boats
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| And my filthy overcoat
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| Counted on the fields to be far away from home and close to me
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| And the castles and sea
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| She is handsome, she is pretty
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| She is the queen and I’m two jacks shitty
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| You can bet the city wind is going to sting your eyes
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| When you forget to use the telephone
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| And the sleet, the snow, the rain, like cliche long goodbyes
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| When you got to leave her all alone
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| I’m not sure how well I am, I know exactly where I stand
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| With you hand in hand
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| Place your head on the pillow, please, there’s one of our two hearts diseased
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| That one belongs to me
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| She is handsome, she is pretty
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| She’s the queen and I’m two jacks shitty |