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He had it all until the fall, now winter's setting in |
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How warm the days, now far away, never to return |
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I spend my days in city graves and the dead just keep on talking |
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They can't disguise their soulless lives |
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Oh, their hardships, I keep yawning |
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Oh, pretty thing |
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Oh, pretty girl |
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Tender times, oh, love it shines on a cool golden breeze |
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I close my eyes. I realize the feelings |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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Oh, Joe he sang for the Queen in Penang |
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Oh, like diamonds he shone for years |
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And Joe, he sang |
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Oh, pretty thing |
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Oh, pretty thing |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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Oh, Pretty Girl. Sail across the world |
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He had it all until the fall, and now winter's setting in |
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How warm the day so far away, never to return |
