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Oh, the woman in blue, she's asking for revenge |
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The man in white, that's you, says he has no friends |
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The river is swollen up with rusty cans |
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And the trees are burning in your promised land |
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And there are no letters in the mailbox |
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And there are no grapes upon your vines |
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And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
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Well you tell me that your lover has a broken limb |
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You say you're kinda restless and it's on account of him |
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Well I saw the man in question, it was just the other night |
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He was beating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight |
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And there are no letters in the mailbox |
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And there are no grapes your the vines |
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And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
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Oh there is no comfort in the cover of the witch |
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'Cause I'm very clever doctor when I sterilized the bitch |
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And the only man of energy and the revolutions pride |
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He drank a hundred women just to kill an unborn child |
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And there are no letters in the mailbox |
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And there are no grapes upon your vines |
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And there are no chocolate in your boxes anymore |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
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And there are no diamonds in the mines |
