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How is little Thomas McGee? |
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Thomas McGee, he swallowed a key |
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did he die, little Thomas McGee? |
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Holly, Holly just let him be |
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he's wiser now, little Thomas McGee |
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Called this kid on the telephone |
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heart was beating in my chest |
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I needed something I could not digest |
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and the phone kept ringing |
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there's no one home |
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Ran to his house, rapped on the window |
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blood was pumping much to fast |
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stuck my fingers through the glass |
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strange music playing on the radio |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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way down low |
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and carry me home |
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Pray like Peter, preach like Paul |
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Jesus died to save us all |
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I climbed through the window |
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I crawled on the floor |
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I ripped off all the furniture |
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but I still couldn't find what i was looking for |
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Problems to you we claim as our own |
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cannot be solved they must be outgrown |
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the bottomless knowledge that can not be known |
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the empty ringing of the telephone |
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and the strange music playing on the radio |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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way down low |
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and carry me home |
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where do you go, where do you go |
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swing low baby save my soul |
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where do you, where do you |
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swing low, baby, save my soul |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
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swing low |
