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Her close friends have gathered.
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Lord, ain't it a shame
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Grieving together
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Sharing the blame.
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But when she was dying
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Lord, we let her down.
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There's no use cryin'
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It can't help her now.
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The party's all over
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Drink up and go home.
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It's too late to love her
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And leave her alone.
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Just say she was someone
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Lord, so far from home
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Whose life was so lonesome
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She died all alone
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Who dreamed pretty dreams
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That never came true
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Lord, why was she born
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So black and blue?
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Oh, why was she born
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So black and blue?
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Epitaph (Black And Blue)
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| Kris Kristofferson |
