here we sit again and tales begin to spin about the things that we've done and seen
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stories of wine glutton and glory and the occasional altered dreams
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appetites for memories grow as the sunshine begins to fade across the hill
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it's the same old chill lurking right there in the shade
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just as a child with bright eyes and a smile laughter was all she knew
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her mama was away and all papa did was pray so the wanderlust slowly grew
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she spread her wings and a couple other things for the medicine man downtown
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with his bottle of elixir he said that he could fix her and soon she was going down
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(chorus) and everything begins to look the same
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feel the burn from the same old evil flame
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we watched her fall from sweet and kind and i wish she could come back sweet magdeline
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she was gone on a bad trip followed by a needle and a silver spoon
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mama sat and cried and papa told us lies said she'd be back real soon
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suddenly the seasons changed from the fall back to the spring
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answers live like peasants here when the questions reign as king
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(chorus)
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Sweet Magdeline
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Will Hoge |