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Lay a hand |
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Upon the water |
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Well within, well within |
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Wash away |
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To fair morrow |
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Ride ahead, ride ahead |
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Make your mark |
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Upon the rock |
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For another one |
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Ashes tell tales |
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Fire gives faith |
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Burn it up burn it up |
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Burn it up burn it up |
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She would waste not, not in struggle |
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No other shall there ever be |
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And what she is to love, listen oh my brother |
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Is as the wind to mercury |
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Don't you pray |
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Of a heartless town |
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Or you'll be forced to flee |
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Don't you live |
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In a soulless city |
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Or you'll have to leave |
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You don't need |
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No place of birth |
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Hither to come home |
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Many a night |
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Were you ready for your bed |
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But your bed not ready for you |
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She would give of herself |
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And ask not return or eternity |
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And what she'd offer, listen oh my brother |
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Is as the wind to mercury |
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And she'd hold not, of another man |
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No other shall there ever be |
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And whom she would hold |
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Listen oh my brother |
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Is as the wind to mercury |
