We feel pains when you smile,
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When you talk, set words on fire.
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Lay down, see what remains,
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All ashamed and all unwell.
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There was no luck in mine,
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So they ran away.
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There was no luck in mine,
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So they ran away.
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Good morning, my lady well,
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Looks they drained my pain and left.
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Before golden drum, farewell, my lady bell.
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There was no luck in mine,
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So they ran away.
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There was no luck in mine,
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So they ran away.
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Farewell, my lady bell,
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You¡¯re my saint.
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Farewell, my lady well.
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Farewell
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| Buffalo Killers |
