| Darling black-hearted boy
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| All the color’s gone out of my ribbon loom
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| As I’ve only got the worst to assume
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| Take your sheet metal sheers;
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| Cut a slit up the the side of my dark blue dress;
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| For a last time lie your love confess
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| Get your gut
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| Some home made twine-
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| String up silk your tiger bow
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| Don’t paint your board
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| Moonlight white-
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| Go dangle your fishhook out in the gutter again
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave and now you’re gone and
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| Now I’m-
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| See the smoke from your kiln-
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| Pine boughs burn the bricks dead hard in their fog
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| As I stand cold with my back broke by the bog
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| Find your cross cut saw-
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| Come blunt and jagged dry and try
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| Cut my tongue out to keep on your wall up high
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| I tipped my toe
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| On the bamboo strip;
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| I took stone honey in exchange for my rags
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| Don’t dare paint your board
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| Moonlight white-
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| Go dangle your fishhook out in the gutter again
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave and now you’re gone and
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| Now I’m-
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| Darling black hearted boy
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| I went down to wash my robe in the river;
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| I thought of you and started to shake and to shiver
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| Leaning there on the rocks
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| I see myself slip down and float
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| 'til the brackish warm current stops up my throat
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave
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| You swore you swore you’d never leave |