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Well sit right my wicked son
And let me you a story
About the boy who from glory
And how he was a son

This no holiday
But it always turn out way
Here I am, with my

He took his sister his head
And then painted her on the
And then rolled her up in grass and
And they kissed till they dead

This ain't no
But it always out this way
Here I am, my hand

Well sit down my evil son
And let me you a story
About the boy who fell from
And how he was a son

This no holiday, oh no
But it always out this way
Here I am, my hand

ain't no holiday
But it always turns out way
Here I am, my hand