Peggy came to me in my sleep
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In the middle of the night,
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On a friday night last week
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she whispered "hush child now don't be scared"
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I got me a few words of wisdom that I came back to share
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and she said
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It doesn't matter where you come from,
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It matters where you go
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No-one gets remembered
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For the things they didn't do
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I said Peggy won't you stay here for a while
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We can drink whisky, we can play cards and we can get wild
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She said we'll play poker and we'll play for keeps
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I've only played angels lately and they never let me cheat
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It doesn't matter where you come from,
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It matters where you go
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No-one gets remembered in this listless life
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For the things they didn't do
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And you can say I had a good time
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And you can say I had class
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And you can say that I was born beneath
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A ceiling made of glass
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But I always kept an open house
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And yeah I always did right by my friends
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And when I got to St Peter's gate I told the people
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I'm not the one who needs to make amends
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'Cause better times are coming
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Better times ahead
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And no-one gets remembered, my deathless child
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Don't waste too long in bed
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And Peggy said
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It doesn't matter where you come from,
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It matters where you go
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No-one gets remembered, in this listless loveless life
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For the things they didn't do
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(no no no no no)
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Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
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while Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
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while Peggy sang the blues, as I drifted off
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while Peggy sang the blues,
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Peggy sang the blues
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Peggy Sang The Blues
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| Frank Turner |
