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Yesterday I had a dream |
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I could fly through the sky |
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Then I woke up in a sweat |
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Not dead yet |
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But I'm on the ground |
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I'm up in Johnson City, Tennesee |
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Looking for the way in me |
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Lord, fly me over Pontchartrain |
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Back to the land of sugar cane and summer rain |
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A good little girl is rarely told |
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Life was time and time was gold |
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She took a little every day |
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Until it went away |
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And she was old |
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And she cried 'cause her gold was gone |
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She cried 'cause she was all alone |
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Now she's calling to you in the dark |
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Just a hunter with a lonely heart |
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A lonely heart. |
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She's crying, |
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Never more shall we part |
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She's crying, |
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Never more shall we part |
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And all those words I never said |
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Gently bled from my mouth |
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And I'm ready to embrace |
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This place where I belong |
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I'm afraid but I need to love |
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If I don't I'm gone to flood |
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And I'm calling to you in the dark |
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Crying never more shall we part |
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Shall we part |
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She's crying, |
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Never more shall we part |
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Never more shall we part |
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She's crying, |
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Never more shall we part |
