All of my friends come to see me last night
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I was laying in my bed and dying
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Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
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say "the weather down here so fine"
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Just then the wind
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came squalling through the door
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but who can
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the weather command?
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Just want to have
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a little peace to die
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and a friend or two
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I love at hand
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Fever roll up to a hundred and five
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Roll on up
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gonna roll back down
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One more day
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I find myself alive
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tomorrow
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maybe go
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beneath the ground
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See here how everything
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lead up to this day
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and it's just like
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any other day
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that's ever been
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Sun goin up
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and then the
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sun it goin down
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Shine through my window and
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my friends they come around
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come around
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come around
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People may know but
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the people don't care
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that a man could be
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as poor as me...
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"Take a look at poor Peter
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he's lyin in pain
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now let's go run
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and see"
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Run and see
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hey, hey,
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run and see
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Black Peter
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| Grateful Dead |
