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Somehow I must love the pain |
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The hollow earth, on it the sound of rain |
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Burn my home |
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Burn my shoes |
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Burn down the glorified Home of the Blues |
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Wake up! Don't be slow |
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Drunken sailors are blockin' up the main road |
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They're up in arms, reeling on their feet |
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Or millin' round, they're marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Say my name low and sweet |
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Then you'll go away, we'll never meet |
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In awhile I'll be there too, standing in the rain |
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Marchin' on the home of the blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the... |
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Nobody can feel all the things that we feel |
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And nobody knows how it is always leaving and never to go |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin' on the Home of the Blues |
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Marchin on the Home of the... |
