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Bad news, bad news, |
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Come to me where I sleep, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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Sayin' one of your friends |
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Is in trouble deep, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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Tell me the trouble, |
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Tell me once to my ear, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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Joliet prison |
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And ninety-nine years, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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Oh what's the charge |
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Of how this came to be, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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Manslaughter |
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In the highest of degree, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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I sat down and wrote |
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The best words I could write, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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Explaining to the judge |
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I'd be there on Wednesday night, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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Without a reply, |
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I left by the moon, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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And was in his chambers |
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By the next afternoon, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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Could you tell me the facts? |
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I said without fear, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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That a friend of mine |
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Should get ninety-nine years, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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A crash on the highway |
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Flew the car to a field, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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There were four persons killed |
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And he was at the wheel, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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That may be true, |
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He's got a sentence to serve, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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But ninety-nine years, |
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He just don't deserve, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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And at that the judge jerked forward |
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And his face it did freeze, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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Sayin', "Could you kindly leave |
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My office now, please," |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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Well his eyes looked funny |
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And I stood up so slow, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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With no other choice |
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Except for to go, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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I walked down the hallway |
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And I heard his door slam, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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I walked down the courthouse stairs |
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And I did not understand, |
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Turn, turn to the rain |
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And the wind. |
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And I played my guitar |
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Through the night to the day, |
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Turn, turn, turn again. |
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And the only tune |
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My guitar could play |
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Was, "The old Cruel Rain |
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And the Wind." |
