Run Molly Run
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your hills are on fire
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why don't you go downtown
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and get it on the wire
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Now, easy street
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can sure get you laid
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doesn't matter what you've done
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and get you paid
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In the Port of Souls
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In the Port of Souls
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too much ocean, too much sea
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it is no wonder that you buried me
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but, its alright
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Rose Connally
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doesn't go in the field
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you might find something underneath
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underneath what is real,
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Now stop pulling an eyelash
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only you that I have
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and it makes me so tired
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and this could be the end
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In the Port of Souls
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In the Port of Souls
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too much ocean, too much sea
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it is no wonder that you buried me
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but, its alright
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Now don't call John Henry
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just kiss him goodbye
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it don't matter anyway
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so simply goodbye,
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In the Port of Souls
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In the Port of Souls
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too much ocean, too much sea
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it is no wonder that you buried me
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but, its alright
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I didn't get lonely dear
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I din't have a chance to see
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but, it's alright
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You don't have to say goodbye
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No! no
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but, its alright
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Port Of Souls
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| The Gun Club |
