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In a manger like |
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Christ I lay |
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Yellow fever, yellow hay |
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Feel the rhythm, sweetest sound |
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Makin', breakin' sacred ground |
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I'd give you a piece of my love for free |
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But whatever |
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I say you'll never see |
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Acquire a taste for a different sound |
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Make or break at this side of town |
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Life will never be the same in |
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Port Royal town |
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I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground |
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They're stealin' in the day in |
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Port Royal town |
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The children are runnin' |
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Ever strange the lives we lead |
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So detached from the things we need |
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Signs of greed in everyone |
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Instant eviction and the blood on a gun |
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Just when you think you've found it |
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Spinnin' world |
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I want to spin around it |
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What is wrong? |
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This pain won't peel |
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The fibers of my life won't heal |
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Life will never be the same in |
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Port Royal town |
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I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground |
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They're stealin' in the day in |
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Port Royal town |
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The children are runnin' |
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Life will never be the same in |
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Port Royal town |
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I hear it comin' the shakin' of the ground |
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They're stealin' in the day in |
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Port Royal town |
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The children are runnin' |