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Oh, the reddish days |
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Seem to warm up walls |
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And the whisky went by |
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From the ragged homes |
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I cannot describe |
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Oh, the purple mass |
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Of the dearest horse I witness |
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'Cause I've been looking for a friend |
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For so long now |
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I'm beginning to believe he's gone |
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So take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Oh, the rebel lies |
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And the world so tall |
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And the guards outside |
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Oh, may you never know |
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See, I cannot describe |
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All the worthless grows |
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Taken by the eagle, oh |
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'Cause I've been looking for a friend |
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For so long now |
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I'm beginning to believe he's gone |
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So take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
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'Cause I've been looking for a friend |
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For so long now |
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I'm beginning to believe he's gone |
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So take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
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Take me back |
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Where I came from |
