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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm down like Edgar Poe |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm bound for Damascus |
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Rid those parasites, guttersnipe barbarous begrudgers click |
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With a stick, now they're feeling seasick |
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Wrestle from the bow that bends, the bow that breaks |
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The Judas tree |
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These garments are foreign rags, all gloomy |
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Not my own you see, when ? came to me |
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There was no straw |
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In the upholstery |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm down like Edgar Poe |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm bound for Damascus |
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Meltdown some, white label's the best, no contest |
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Boot polish, head's are turned ? |
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You know our life feels ? |
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A cheap holiday |
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We go rabble-rousing, carousing, drowsing, barbiturate |
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Moths at bay congregate, a little blue tit |
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Known to gather in |
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Grief's archway |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm down like Edgar Poe |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm bound for Damascus |
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Hold on, you don't have to suffer |
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Hold on, you don't feel any pain |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm down like Edgar Poe |
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Lord help my poor soul |
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I'm bound for Damascus |
