Where the crane flies through the marshes
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And the turtles sun their shells
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Where the water rat goes swimmin'
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That's where my swamp girl dwells
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Where the sunlight never wanders
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And the moonlight never falls
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Where the water's black with the devil's track
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That's where my swamp girl calls
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What did she say there
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The girl with the golden hair
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To make me follow her down there
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How did she look when she took me by the hand
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Tonight her hair will float in the water
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And the gold will no longer shine
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It will spread like a fan in the water
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While she makes a mysterious sign
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I have seen that sign before
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Her eyes aren't like the whippoorwill
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And her eyes aren't like the frog
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Her eyes are like the damned bat
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Stretchin' in the dawn
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I have seen her face in the water
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And the chilling look in her eyes
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And if you see her, then you must flee her
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Never follow where disillusion lies
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Or will you go to the girl with the golden hair
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Down there where her work is done
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Will you embrace the night
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And turn your back on the sun
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She'll say its better there in the water
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Where it's cool and calm and serene
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She will call you to come to the water
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To a world made of emerald green
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I have heard that call before
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I can hear it when I'm teary
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I can hear it when I'm old
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I can hear it when the joy of living
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Seems to have lost its glow
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For my Swamp Girl lives inside of me
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And she leaves me pale and wan
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She dares me, she tears me
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Like paper dolls are torn
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Calling "Come to the deep
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Where your sleep is without a dream"
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(Come to the deep where your sleep is without a dream)
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Calling.... (Come....)
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The Swamp Girl
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| The Turtles |
