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F#mCrickets are Achirping, the Ewater isC#m high
There's a F#msoft cotton Adress on the Eline hanging F#mdry
F#mWindows wide Aopen, EAfrican C#mtrees
F#mBent over Abackwards from a Ehurricane F#mbreeze
Not a Eword of goodbye, not Eeven a note
She F#mgone with the Aman
In the Elong black F#mcoat
F#mSomebody Aseen him Ehanging aC#mround
At the F#mold dance Ahall on the Eoutskirts of F#mtown
He looked F#minto her Aeyes when she Estopped him to C#mask
If he F#mwanted to Adance, he had a Eface like a F#mmask
ESomebody said from the EBible he quote
There was F#mdust on the Aman
In the Elong black F#mcoat
F#mPreacher was a Atalking, there's a Esermon he C#mgave
He said F#mevery man's Aconscience is Evile and deF#mpraved
You F#mcannot deApend on it to Ebe your C#mguide
When it's F#myou who Amust keep Eit satisF#mfied
It ain't Eeasy to swallow, it Esticks in the throat
She gave her F#mheart to the Aman
In the Elong black F#mcoat
There Dare no mistakes in life Asome people say
It is F#mtrue sometimes you can Esee it that F#mway
But Dpeople don't live or die, Apeople just float
She F#mwent with the Aman
In the Elong black F#mcoat
There's F#msmoke on the Awater, it's Ebeen there since C#mJune
F#mTree trunks upArooted, 'neath the Ehigh crescent F#mmoon
Feel the F#mpulse and Avibration and the Erumbling C#mforce
F#mSomebody is Aout there beating Eon a dead F#mhorse
She Enever said nothing, there was Enothing she wrote
She F#mgone with the Aman
In the Elong black coF#mat
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