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By Grateful Dead, Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming
Heads all empty and I don't care
Saw
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By Grateful Dead, Without a warning you broke my heart
You took it, darlin'
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By Grateful Dead, In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams
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By Grateful Dead, Costs a lot to win, and even more to lose
You
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By Grateful Dead, Little girl lost in a forest of dreams
It's a dark
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By Grateful Dead, Gonna see some good times
Gonna get to ring that bell
Gonna
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By Grateful Dead, Your rain falls like crazy fingers, peals of fragile thunder
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By Grateful Dead, When they come to take you down
When they bring that
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By Grateful Dead, There's mosquitoes on the river
Fish are rising up like birds
It's
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By Grateful Dead, I'd rather be in some dark hollow where the sun
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By Grateful Dead, If you go down to deep elm put your money
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By Grateful Dead, Annie laid her head down in the roses
She had ribbons,
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By Grateful Dead, There was a wealthy merchant, in London he did dwell
He
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By Grateful Dead, Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the
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By Grateful Dead, If my words did glow
With the gold of sunshine
And my
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By Grateful Dead, Out on the lonely hillside
In a cabin low and small
Lived
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By Grateful Dead, I feel tears welling up from down deep inside
Like my
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By Grateful Dead, To lay me down, once more
To lay me down with
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By Grateful Dead, Way down in the south of france all the ladies
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By Grateful Dead, Voices slide down off the mountain
Sunlight turning red
Falls on the
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By Grateful Dead, If I had the world to give
I'd give it to
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By Grateful Dead, 1948, Xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger Lee
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By Grateful Dead, I lit out from Reno
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't
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By Grateful Dead, Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in
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By Grateful Dead, Boots were made of leather, a breath of cologne
The mirror
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By Grateful Dead, Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming
Heads all empty and I don't care
Saw
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By Grateful Dead, You're bringing me down, I'm running aground,
Blind in the lights
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By Grateful Dead, The wheel is turning and you can't slow down
You can't
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By Grateful Dead, Merry run around, sailing up and down
Looking for a shove
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By Grateful Dead, Well this job I've got is just a little too
