I Think You Should Leave With Tim Robinson - The Day That Robert Palins Murdered Me Cifras

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The church bells they were ringing
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The clouds were low and brown
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The horses they were neighing
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The day Robert Palens shot me down
 
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He rode into town on a jet-black mare
 
Spat and hitched her to a tree
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He made his way to the town saloon
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The day Robert Palens murdered me
 
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It was also the night that the skeletons came to life
 
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They came from under the ground
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And from all over
 
The-
 
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Palens grabbed the preacher's daughter
 
He [aimed] to shoot her at my crown
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He cocked that crooked hammer back
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And he brought that hammer down
 
 
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The bones are the skeleton's money
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In our world bones equal dollars
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That's why they're coming out tonight
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To get their bones from you
 
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The skeletons'll pull your hair
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Up, but not out
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All they want is another chance at life
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They've never seen so much food as this
 
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Underground doesn't have as much food as this
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And the worms are their money
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The bones are their dollars
 
And the-
 
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The bullet ripped inside my chest
 
The clouds, they did storm
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My sweet Marie, she cried for me
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And then I was no more
 
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And it was also the night that the skeletons came to life
 
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The bones are their money
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So are the worms
 
They pull your hair up but not out
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To turn into a man and have another chance at life
 
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But if they pull it out they turn to bones
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