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I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow Doffed her weeds, in a pile |
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| The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child Your funeral, my trial |
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A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of glover Bird with crooked wing cast It's wicked shadow over A bauble moon did mock And trinket stars did smile Your funeral, my trial |
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Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring All the crooked bitches that she was (Mongers of pain) Saw the moon Become a fang Your funeral, my trial |
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