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Peggy came to me in my sleep |
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In the middle of the night, on a |
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Friday night, last week |
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She whispered, "Hush child and don't be scaredI got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share" |
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And she said"It doesn't matter where you come fromIt matters where you goNo one gets rememberedFor the things they didn't do" |
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I said, "Peggy won't you stay here for awhile?We can drink whiskey, we can play cards and we can get wild" |
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She said, "We can play poker and we'll play for keepsI only play angels lately and they never let me cheat" |
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It doesn't matter where you come from |
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It matters where you go |
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And no one gets remembered in this listless life |
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For the things they didn't do |
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And you could say |
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I had a good start |
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And you could say |
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I had class |
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And you could say that |
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I was born |
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Beneath the ceiling made of glass |
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But I always kept an open house |
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And yeah, always did right by my friends |
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And when it comes to |
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Saint Peter's gate |
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I told the people remember one who needs to make amends' |
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Cause better times are coming |
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Better times ahead |
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And no one gets remembered |
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My deathless child, don't rest too long in bed |
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And Peggy said"It doesn't matter where you come fromIt matters where you goNo one gets remembered in this listless, loveless lifeFor the things they didn't do, now, now, now, now, now" |
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Peggy sang the blues, |
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I've been drifting off |
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Peggy sang the blues as |
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I've drifted off |
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Well, Peggy sang the blues 'cause |
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I drifted off |
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Well, Peggy sang the blues, |
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Peggy sang the blues |
