| Patrick simmons
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| Im walkin in shadows, I cannot see
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| Faces, they smile when I fall or flee
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| Doors without windows all shuttered tight again
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| I just might pass this way again
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| I just might pass this way again
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| I just might pass this way
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| I just might pass this way again
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| The night she is hot, creole girls they sing
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| My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
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| The spell has been cast down in new orleans again
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| I just might pass this way again
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| I just might pass this way again
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| I just might pass this way
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| I just might pass this way again
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| Locked in a room down in new orleans
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| My blood is a flowin fast
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| Locked in a room down in new orleans
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| My blood is a flowin fast
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| The night she is hot, creole girls they sing
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| My heart, it is pounding, my ears they ring
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| The spell has been cast down in new orleans
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| My blood is a flowin fast |