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I had no knife but myself, |
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It was me I cut but you bled as well |
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How could I help my dear sweet pretty one? |
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When I could not put down the gun. |
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And I don't know your name |
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Sweet baby Jane. |
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You'll find it unbelievable, |
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I left you in the hospital, |
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and you don't have a stitch to wear |
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'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back |
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and guess what I don't care |
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about who or what or when or where |
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and Heaven knows; |
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I burnt your clothes. |
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That's it, there's no road left to run. |
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I spilt myself 'til I had none. |
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I grew thorns upon your path, |
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They struck not at your feet but at your heart. |
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Still don't know your name, |
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Sweet baby Jane. |
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You'll find it unbelievable, |
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I left you in the hospital, |
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and you don't have a stitch to wear |
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'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back |
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and guess what I don't care |
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about who or what or when or where |
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and Heaven knows; |
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I burnt your clothes. |
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I howled outside your door, |
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I was the wolf but I'll return no more. |
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This life is black, and running through a |
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heart that's cursed, I lost the best, |
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but can I lose the worst? |
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I'll soon know your name, |
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Sweet baby Jane. |
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You'll find it unbelievable, |
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I left you in the hospital, |
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and you don't have a stitch to wear |
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'cos the doctors cut the clothes right off your back |
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and guess what I don't care |
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about who or what or when or where |
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and Heaven knows; |
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I burnt your clothes. |
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I burnt your clothes |
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burnt your clothes |
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I know your name |
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Sweet baby Jane. |
