How is little Thomas Magee?
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Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key
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Jedediah, little Thomas Magee
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Holly holly, just let him be...
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His wife now, little Thomas Magee
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called his kettle -?- on the telephone
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heart was beating in my chest
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I needed something I could not have guessed
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the phone kept ringing there's no one home
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ran to his house, rapped on my window
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blood was pumping much too fast
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I stuck my finger through the glass
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strange music playing on the radio
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Swing low
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swing low
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swing low
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swing low,
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way down low
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and carry me home
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Pray like Peter, preach like Paul
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Jesus died to save us all
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I climbed through the window
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and crawled on the floor
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I wrecked all of the furniture
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but I still couldn't find what I was looking for
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problems still reclaimed as a whole
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cannot be solved and must be outgrown
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the bottomless night still could not be known
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the empty ring on the telephone
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and the strange music playing on the radio
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Swing low
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swing low
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swing low
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swing low,
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yeah way down low
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and carry me home
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Where you go?
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Where do u go?
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swing low, baby,
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save my soul
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Where do u go?
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Where do u go?
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yeah swing low baby save my soul
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swing low [x10]
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Swing Low
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
