| Cold wind blow this waiting blood,
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| Flow into my ashen arms.
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| Ice stream prick my sleeping skin.
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| She is like the so black time,
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| Race on in and never go away.
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| She’s just like this wind.
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| Black Car, with your creaking wheel,
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| Take away these thoughts of mine.
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| Once there was a crazy man
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| Staring from his drunken eyes,
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| Staring stony into her elbow’s way
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| Stared at me and tellin' me,
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| 'Stead of 'oh, poor lonely me,
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| I claw the bed and I claw my hair.
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| Oh black car, with your creaking wheel,
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| Take away these thoughts of mine.
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| Pictures sing in rhythm with 'em.
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| Dig the holes for me to sleep inside.
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| She is free,
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| A shadow crossing the sky,
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| Free from hope and this misery.
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| She’s beautiful, so beautiful away from me.
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| She is free.
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| She is free.
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| Instead of me is this creaking wheel,
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| Take away these thoughts of mine
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| Pictures sing in rhythm with 'em
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| Dig the holes for me to sleep inside
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| Black car, with your creaking wheels
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| Take away these thoughts of mine
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| Catch us sing in rhythm with 'em.
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| Dig both holes for me to sleep inside
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| She is free.
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| Shadow crossing the sky.
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| Free from hope and this misery.
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| So beautiful away from me.
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| She is free.
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| She is free |