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At River End Or at the chop block, Any old place- It's still better than what I've got When I see you Out with her And the jewels you give her I Can't help but see they look better On her skin and oh How I get jealous And how I wish I Were all she is to you Then maybe I'd have you And not the lock You put over my heart When you left but threw out the key And I'm sure It's at the bottom Of the sea Nowhere to be found Oh lucky me Cursed soul of mine I still have a heart But it's not worth any mans time
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
At the Bottom of the Sea
At River End Or at the chop block, Any old place- It's still better than what I've got When I see you Out with her And the jewels you give her I Can't help but see they look better On her skin and oh How I get jealous And how I wish I Were all she is to you Then maybe I'd have you And not the lock You put over my heart When you left but threw out the key And I'm sure It's at the bottom Of the sea Nowhere to be found Oh lucky me Cursed soul of mine I still have a heart But it's not worth any mans time
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
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