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作曲 : Grey |
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Mmm... |
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That stormy morning felt like a dream. |
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He told me then of what he'd seen. |
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A child, a man, in times gone bad. |
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Faces of stone lined hard and sad. |
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One Sunday day they all came home. |
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All that they had was burned and gone. |
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The timber men, their pistols gleamed. |
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A lifetime lost on Palastine. |
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He made a stand. |
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He would not run. |
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He dropped the hoe and picked up the gun. |
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And then one night he disappeared. |
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It fed the worst of all their fears. |
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They found him quiet high in a tree. |
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He flew away from Palastine. |
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Mmm...... |
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Then came the day they moved away. |
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More gunmen came. |
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They could not stay. |
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To Glen St. Mary. |
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To Olustee. |
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But we still dream of Palastine. |
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Mmm..... |
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Mmm...... |
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Mmm...... |
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Mmm...... |
