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作曲 : Condon, Pallett |
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A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now |
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I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead |
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Yesterday fever, tomorrow St. Peter |
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I'll feed on my drum until then |
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What melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
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What melody will see him in my arms again? |
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Set fire the foundation and burn out the station |
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You'll never get nothing of mine |
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The pane of my window will flicker and glimmer |
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I won't leave a stitchin' behind |
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Oh, what melody will lead my lover from his bed? |
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What melody will see him in my arms again? |
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Du du du du du du du ... |
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I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill |
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I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill |
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I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older, oh love |
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And the cold beyond the rainfall |
