| As you lie before me now like a shadow
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| On a pea green sea
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| Never thought that I could find you so hollow
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| Laying into me
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| But this cup of wine
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| All salt and brine’s made me sleepy
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| The sorrow sows
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| A field of tears that will never yield a single penny
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| But I don’t know
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| I’ve got nothing to hold onto
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| Wished for gold so I could buy you a palace
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| By the riverside
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| You’d come in and I would fill your diamond chalice
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| You were still alive
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| But this cup of wine
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| All salt and brine’s made me sleepy
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| And sorrow sows
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| A field of tears that will never yield a single penny
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| But I don’t know
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| I’ve got nothing to hold onto
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| I’ve got nothing to hold onto
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| Were you sleepless tearing at the air?
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| Was the water everywhere?
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| Were you fretful to wade into the room?
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| I’d been wanting to hear from you — Oh no
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| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| You’re weary lay 'em down
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| You did your time so thank you very much
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| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| So now your hopes are all allayed
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| But you hand it all away
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| Did his eyelids affix on empty chairs
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| You had traveled to lay beside?
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| A gentle torture to watch it all recede
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| And all the while your mother slept beside him — Oh no
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| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| You’re weary lay 'em down
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| You did your time so thank you very much
|
| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| So now your hopes are all allayed
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| But you hand it all away
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| Were you sleepless tearing at the air?
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| Was the water everywhere?
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| Were you fearful and longed to run away
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| From the cold clasp of Illinois? |
| — Oh no
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| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| You’re weary lay 'em down
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| You did your time so thank you very much
|
| Hand it over (Hand it over)
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| Hand it over (Ooh-ooh)
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| So now your hopes are all allayed
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| But you hand it all away
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| But you hand it all away |