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Well |
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The big bell is tollin' |
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Trouble |
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Is heading north |
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Well |
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The big bell, it's tollin' |
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Trouble |
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Is heading north |
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Well, it's so my baby |
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And it let me |
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Here all alone |
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Well |
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My head |
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Is so heavy |
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When the sun starts sinkin' low |
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Well |
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My head |
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Ain't so heavy |
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When the sun starts sinkin' low |
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It put my soul |
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On a wonder |
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Whew, which way did my baby go? |
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Well |
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I heard a loud singing |
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Saw some slow marching |
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I heard |
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Deep moaning |
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And, oh, that was my whole life |
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And these tears |
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From my eyes |
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Keep on |
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Streamin' down |
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I keep crying |
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For my baby |
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And I know she can't be found |
