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Beyond the reach |
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There are rows of tender hooks |
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Where nothing seems |
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To justify a second look |
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And not a soul is found |
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To tear them hooks on down |
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Famous times |
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Tattooed on this burlap skin |
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And gun cold days |
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Shot to pieces above my head |
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Now tell who's that clown |
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Who pulled this veil on down |
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Long black veil |
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Long black |
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Long black veil |
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Long black |
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If light's a brighter grey |
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Please then turn it up |
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This whole town wears its veil down |
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And wrestles with some all-night clown |
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And he don't sleep |
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And he don't sleep |
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Long black veil |
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Long black |
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Long black veil |
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Long black |
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Long black veil |
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Long black |
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Long black veil |
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Tell me long black |
