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I go where the green woods grow, |
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When the fires light the night, |
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You know I've been a-ramblin' |
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Steam pours off the frigid pines, |
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Weaves through mountains, took my time |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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The land is ripe, but the people leave, |
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The gods still feel like they're cutting' their teeth |
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I watch them as they grow, (Will they change?) |
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I don't know |
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I've been ramblin' |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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I-I-I got nothing to lose |
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I-I-I've got nothing to lose |
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I was there when the dark age in |
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Europe, a barrel of the plague |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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The cockroaches will inhabit the cities if they fall, |
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If there's one on the outside there's ten in the wall |
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I've been ramblin' |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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I-I-I've got nothing to lose, no where to be, nothin' to do |
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I've got nothing to lose |
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You best lock her up if your wise, |
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I put that gleam in her eyes |
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I've been a-ramblin' |
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I've been a-ramblin' [?] |
