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is anything as lovely to me
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as the truth in love
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i'll take it over freedom any day
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it brings me ever an' this time to my knees
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an' on my knees i run away
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yes i know your sticks and stones they
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they will easily break these bones an'
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an' all my words come back to haunt me
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i will put my strength into
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the things left standing
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i am hoarse with wild eyes
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no debts outstanding
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my hands are yours my brother
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you can take my coat as well
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my eyes are yours sister
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and my heart, and my heart
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in which he dwells
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heard the voice of my master callin' me
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from deep in the hollow
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said that I must follow him there yeah
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is any place darker for me
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with all them wolves about
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well it's a poor mouth that I wear
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my hands are yours my brother
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you can take my coat as well
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my eyes are yours sister
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and my heart, and my heart
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in which he dwells
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livin' from hand to poor mouth
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you an' me an' my secret south
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Poor Mouth
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| 16 Horsepower |
