调:B minor
Intro 1
Verse 1
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but one thing to call his own
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Three -weight ounce, pure golden ring,
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no precious stone
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Five nights without a bite,
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no place to lay his head
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And if nobody takes him in ,
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he'll soon be dead
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On the street he spied my face,
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I heard him hail
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In a pot of frozen space
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he told his tale
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Poor man, he showed his hand,
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so righteous was his need
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And me so wise,
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I bought his fries for chicken feed
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a state of mind
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Close inspection, fast revealed,
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his favourite kind
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Poor kid, he overdid it,
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embraced the spreading haze
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And while he sighed,
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his body died in fifteen ways
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When I heard,
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I grabbed a cat to where he lay
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Round his arm
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wrapped yellow way
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Yes, I gave it back,
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the ring I could not own
I'll take your hand
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