Over the moor, take me to the moor
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Dig a shallow grave
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And I'll lay me down
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Over the moor, take me to the moor
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Dig a shallow grave
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And I'll lay me down
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Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
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Oh John, you'll never be a man
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You'll never see your home again
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Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
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Edward, see those alluring lights ?
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Tonight will be your very last night
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A woman said : "I know my son is dead
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I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
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Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
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Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
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"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
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But fresh lilaced moorland fields
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Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
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But fresh lilaced moorland fields
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Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
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Hindley wakes and says :
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Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
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"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
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But this is no easy ride
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For a child cries :
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"Find me ... find me, nothing more
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We are on a sullen misty moor
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We may be dead and we may be gone
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But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
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Until the day you die
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This is no easy ride
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We will haunt you when you laugh
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Yes, you could say we're a team
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You might sleep
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You might sleep
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You might sleep
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BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
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Oh, you might sleep
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BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
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You might sleep
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BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
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Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
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Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
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Oh, find me, find me !
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Find me !
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I'll haunt you when you laugh
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Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
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You might sleep
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BUT YOU WILL ...
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Oh ...
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Over the moors, I'm on the moors
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Oh, over the moors
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Oh, the child is on the moors
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SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN (TATE)
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