Please forgive me
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(it's impossible to say)
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if I appear unkind
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(it's impossible to know) but any fool can tell you,
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it's all in your mind
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Down in the meadow,
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the old lion stirred
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as his hands cross his mouth,
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he has no use for word
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Poor little girl,
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with your hands full of snow.
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Poor little girl,
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'had no way to know. But you've got me eatin'
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you've got me eatin' out
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you've got me eatin'
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right outta your hands
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-?-
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or the frozen field
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and the hollyhocks hang harmlessly
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and the old lion ?
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But you've got me eatin'
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you've got me eatin'
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you've got me eatin' right outta your hands
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you've got me eatin' right outta your hands
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got me eatin' right outta your hands
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got me eatin' right outta your hands
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got me eatin' right outta your hands
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Little Ghost Song
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| Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds |
