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If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady |
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Would you marry me anyway? |
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Would you have my baby? |
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If a tinker were my trade, would you still find me |
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Carryin' the pots I made, followin' behind me? |
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Save my love through loneliness |
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Save my love through sorrow |
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I give you my only-ness |
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Give my your tomorrow |
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If I worked my hands at wood, |
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Oh would you still love me? |
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Answer me babe |
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"Yes I would, I'd put you above me." |
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If a miller were my trade, at a mill wheel grinding |
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Would you miss your glory-box, oh your soft shoes shining |
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Save my love through loneliness |
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Save my love through sorrow |
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I give you my only-ness |
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Give my your tomorrow |
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If I were a carpenter, and you were a Lady |
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Would you marry me anyway? |
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Would you have my baby? |
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Save my love through loneliness |
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Save my love through sorrow |
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I give you my only-ness |
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Come give my your tomorrow |
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Save my love through loneliness |
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Save my love through sorrow |
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I give you my only-ness |
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Give my your tomorrow |
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Give my your tomorrow |
