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I'm going down to the Onion Field |
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To make it all right |
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I'm going down to the Onion Field |
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And it's not for the first time |
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Girl, you're too good for this world |
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And it hurts too bad, it hurts too bad |
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My dear, there's no future for you here |
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And my mind's made up, it can't go on this way |
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Now it's dark, oh, now it's dark |
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And they won't even know we're gone |
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So keep very still |
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No one can hurt you |
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Down in the Onion Field |
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I'm going down these days |
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And I'm damned if you'll get pulled down with me |
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There's not a single sound from the phone |
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When your friends don't want to know you |
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I know it's not right |
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This isn't what I promised you |
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But now my hands are tied |
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Just the same as when the ship goes down |
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And the captain stays inside. |
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You're too good to go that way, too good for this world |
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For slow death in a country town |
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You're too good for this world, something had to be done |
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And now it's dark, now it's dark |
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So keep very still |
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Nothing can hurt you |
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Under the Onion Field |