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Is anything as lovely to me |
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As the truth in love |
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I'll take it over freedom any day |
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It brings me ever an' this time to my knees |
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An' on my knees i run away |
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Yes i know your sticks and stones they |
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They will easily break these bones an' |
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An' all my words come back to haunt me |
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I will put my strength into |
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The things left standing |
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I am hoarse with wild eyes |
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No debts outstanding |
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My hands are yours my brother |
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You can take my coat as well |
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My eyes are yours sister |
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And my heart, and my heart |
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In which he dwells |
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Heard the voice of my master callin' me |
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From deep in the hollow |
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Said that i must follow him there yeah |
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Is any place darker for me |
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With all them wolves about |
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Well it's a poor mouth that i wear |
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My hands are yours my brother |
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You can take my coat as well |
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My eyes are yours sister |
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And my heart, and my heart |
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In which he dwells |
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Livin' from hand to poor mouth |
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You an' me an' my secret south |
