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Young bones groan and the rocks below say"Throw your skinny body down, son" |
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But I'm going to meet the one |
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I loveSo please don't stand in my way |
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Because I'm going to meet the one |
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I loveNo, |
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Mama, let me go |
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Young bones groan and the rocks below say"Throw your white body down" |
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But I'm going to meet the one |
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I loveAt last, at last, at last |
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I'm going to meet the one |
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I loveLa de da, la de da |
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No, Mama, let me go |
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No, no, no |
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I thought that if you had an acoustic guitar |
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Then it meant that you were a protest singer |
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Oh, I can smile about it now but at the time it was terrible |
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No, Mama, let me go |
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No, no, no |
