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When I came down to your riverside |
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And saw you standing there |
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Pocketful of moonbeams |
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You had henna in your hair |
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And I never felt so lonely |
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Got the feeling |
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I can't shed |
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It might seem like a premonition |
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But you're a long time dead |
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Gonna be a long time dead |
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Misery, the devil's in my head |
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The seasons had already turned |
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The wind began to howl |
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A change of fortune is what |
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I needAnd there was little doubt |
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That they had never heard my testimony |
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Not a single word |
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I saidWell, the judge, he whispered in my ears |
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Gonna be a long time dead |
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Gonna be a long time dead |
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Misery, the devil's in my head |
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Came down to your riverside |
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And I saw you standing there |
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Pocketful of moonbeams |
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You had henna in your hair |
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And I never felt so lonely |
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Got the feeling |
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I can't shed |
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It might seem like a premonition |
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But a long time dead |
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Gonna be, gonna be a long time dead |
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A long time dead |
