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On the seventh day of the week |
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I pray the lord my soul to keep |
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My legs are moving slow |
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The temperature outside is strangely |
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Unlike anything I've known |
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Who's that lady in the dark? |
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I think she's lost her way (Was it me?) |
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Who's that standing all alone |
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Looking for someone to take her soul |
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On the seventh night of the week |
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I try to cry myself back to sleep |
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Unfortunately then, the scent of what was once a |
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memory |
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that I loved has done me in |
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Who's that lady in the dark? |
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I think she's lost her way (Was it me?) |
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Who's that standing all alone |
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Looking for someone to take her home |
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Take me home |
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Take me home (Was it me?) |
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Take me home (Was it me?) |
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Take me home |
