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inside a house |
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a broken guitar |
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i waited for song |
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but nothing would come |
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i dream of a hut |
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i wrote out some prose |
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i was wasting my time |
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cause nothing would come |
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so won't you come, my queen jane |
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won't you come, my queen jane |
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won't you come, my queen jane |
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bring me a song |
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i circle the top |
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just like a thief |
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there was no one to love |
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i found no one to love |
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so won't you come, my queen jane |
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won't you come, my queen jane |
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won't you come, my queen jane |
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bring me a song |
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so won't you be, my queen jane |
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won't you be, my queen |
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won't you come, my queen jane |
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bring me a song |
