| Cyrus Jones, 1810 to 1913
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| Made his great-grandchildren believe you could live to 103
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| 103 is forever when you’re just a little kid
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| So, Cyrus Jones lived forever
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger…
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| Muriel Stonewall, 1903 to 1954
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| She lost both of her babies in the second great war.
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| Now, you should never have to watch
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| as your own children are lowered in the ground,
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| No, you should never have to bury your own babies
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger…
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| Ring around the rosey
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| Pocket full of posey
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| Ashes to ashes
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| We all fall down
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger…
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| Little Mikey Carson, '67 to '75
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| He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
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| When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
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| Oh, 1940 to 1992
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain,
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| I can feel the rain, I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger, when you dig my grave,
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| could you make it shallow,
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| So that I can feel the rain?
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| Gravedigger…
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| Gravedigger… |