Father I'm not feeling well
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The flowers me you fed
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Tasted spoiled for suddenly
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I find that I am dead
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But father don't you fear
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Your children all are here
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Singing 'oh the hazards of love'
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Papa turn the water down
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The basin's overflowed
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The water covers everything
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And me left all alone
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But papa here in death
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I have regained my breath
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To sing 'oh the hazards of love'
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Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child
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But I prefer the lash
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My sisters drowned and poisoned are
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And me reduced to ash
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And burried in an urn
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But father I return
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Singing 'oh the hazards of love'
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The Hazards of Love 3
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| The Decemberists |
