I go where the green woods grow,
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When the fires light the night,
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You know I've been a-ramblin'
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Steam pours off the frigid pines,
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Weaves through mountains, took my time
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I've been a-ramblin'
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I've been a-ramblin'
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The land is ripe, but the people leave,
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The gods still feel like they're cutting' their teeth
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I watch them as they grow,
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(Will they change?)
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I don't know
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I've been ramblin'
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I've been a-ramblin'
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I-I-I got nothing to lose
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I-I-I've got nothing to lose
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I was there when the dark age in Europe, a barrel of the plague
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I've been a-ramblin'
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I've been a-ramblin'
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The cockroaches will inhabit the cities if they fall,
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If there's one on the outside there's ten in the wall
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I've been ramblin'
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I've been a-ramblin'
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I-I-I've got nothing to lose, no where to be, nothin' to do
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I've got nothing to lose
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You best lock her up if your wise, I put that gleam in her eyes
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I've been a-ramblin'
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I've been a-ramblin'
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Ramblin'
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| Murder By Death |
