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i can sense it all around me
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there's somethin' in this room
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it ain't magic nor no witchcraft
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no bitch on no broom
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look see his bones are gone
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he done left the grave
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the grip of death it could not hold him down no
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it's for him that i rave
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my knees was made for kneelin'
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an that's just what they'll do
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one of these days little girl
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i'll go down an pray for you
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look see his bones are gone
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he's done all my dyin'
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sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
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i commence to cryin'
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o my brothers
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these are the great dust bowl days
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just take a gander round ya
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everything in a wicked haze
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"the wind blows like the devil when it blows
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an a boy grows up an like the wind he goes"
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Black Bush
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16 Horsepower |