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Fare thee well, gentle maid |
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I'll see you on your way |
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And the sun will rise tomorrow |
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And wash my sins away |
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For I know that |
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I've abused you |
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But I only had a day |
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And I know that's why you left me |
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In your own sad little way |
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I am gone, disappeared |
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But I hear a young dove crying |
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Three thousand miles from here |
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Some would say you were a loser' |
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Cause you play a loser's game |
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But then if |
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I am a winner |
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Why then am |
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I so ashamed? |
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If you hear a young dove crying |
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You'll know it's me to blame |
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For I never got her number |
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I never knew her name |
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Now she's gone, disappeared |
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But I hear a young dove crying |
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Three thousand miles from here |