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I hear they hung the jailer |
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The messenger is dead |
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The piano player's singing |
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To the lovers in his bed |
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This road is winding back |
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And there's no end in sight |
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No sign of our dead |
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Lord To guide us through this starless night |
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And through every open doorway |
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You can choose |
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And sometimes you win it |
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And sometimes you lose |
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This one's for |
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Rosaleen With a bullet through a breast |
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This one's for you, my uninvited guest |
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Oh now my beauty lies |
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So deep in her sleep |
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Will some angel keep her spirit sweet |
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And the simple things to say |
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Don't always work out that way |
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The touching of our souls |
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They don't drift away |
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I am going, |
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I am going to |
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Kingston town |
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Fine Spanish lace and a wedding gown |
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I am going, |
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I am going to |
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Kingston town |
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Jamaican rum and a princess crown |
