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High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low |
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There's a ghost bound in my soul |
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High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low |
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There's a cold blade on my crow |
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A crooked in my walk a stumble in my talk |
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Is what i'm after little girl |
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Metal on the red overcast in head |
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I'm goin' down an feelin' ill |
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High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low |
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There's a girl that i know |
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You ain't never had one i don't believe you will |
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This is your season for standin' still |
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Metal on the red overcast in head |
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I'm goin' down an feelin' ill |
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See boys i've known her from way back |
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Back when she was dead |
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Tongues on fire spoke the word |
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Darkness left her head |
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Holy my other hand that's a ****in' joke |
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Like steel cold knife on the bridge of strife |
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Were the words i spoke |
