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Hello, one and all, was it you I used to know |
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Can't you hear me call on this old ham radio? |
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All I got to say, I'm alive and feeling fine |
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Should you come my way, you can share my poison wine |
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No marigolds in the promised land |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where they used to grow |
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Any man left on the Rio Grande |
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Is the king of the world as far as I know |
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I won't take your bread, I don't need no helping hand |
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I can't be no savage, I can't be no highwayman |
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Show me where you are, you and I will spend this day |
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Driving in my car through the ruins of Santa Fe |
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No marigolds in the promised land |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where they used to grow |
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Any man left on the Rio Grande |
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Is the king of the world as far as I know |
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I'm reading last year's papers |
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Although I don't know why |
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Assassins, cons and rapers |
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Might as well die |
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When you come around, no more pain and no regrets |
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Watch the sun go brown, smoking cobalt cigarettes |
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There's no need to hide, taking things the easy way |
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If I stay inside, I might live till Saturday |
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No marigolds in the promised land |
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There's a hole in the ground |
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Where they used to grow |
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Any man left on the Rio Grande |
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Is the king of the world |
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King of the world as far as I know |
