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I can sense it all around me |
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There's somethin' in this room |
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It ain't magic nor no witchcraft |
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No bitch on no broom |
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Look see his bones are gone |
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He done left the grave |
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The grip of death it could not hold him down no |
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It's for him that i rave |
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My knees was made for kneelin' |
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An that's just what they'll do |
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One of these days little girl |
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I'll go down an pray for you |
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Look see his bones are gone |
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He's done all my dyin' |
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Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl |
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I commence to cryin' |
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O my brothers |
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These are the great dust bowl days |
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Just take a gander round ya |
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Everything in a wicked haze |
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"the wind blows like the devil when it blows |
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An a boy grows up an like the wind he goes" |
