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I'm the same by name, I had a friend called Generous Bilby |
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He was the same by name |
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His only advice was that he died while I did a little dance |
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Dust to dust, the preacher sighted, I did a little cry |
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On adjourn by name, last there at long |
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It's not favorably me, for not believing what I saw |
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His only advice was that I danced in this shiny white shirt |
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He should have known I'd be the last, to be there first |
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Right as rain |
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Tombstone and the damage done |
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How beautiful the naked skin, how beautiful it glows |
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This is where the bleeding stops and this is what it shows |
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It has turned into a scar, the same, just the same, the same |
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But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes |
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And a man my name had a friend called Deadly Bilby |
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But he slipped away and he said, "Pour me out some whiskey, man |
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There's something you should know |
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The person that you take me for, was buried long ago" |
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Right as rain |
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Tombstone and the damage done |
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How beautiful the poetry, how beautiful the prose |
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This is where the story ends and this is where it goes |
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It just turned into an alibi |
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But anyway, this is where the Samuel Park has fit upon your toes |