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By John Wesley Harding, I know your secret
And I promise Ill never tell
Im under
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By John Wesley Harding, I started
Playing guitar by the town memorial
All my songs
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By John Wesley Harding, I'm looking for those old familiar faces
In the places I
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By John Wesley Harding, There are so many sides to every story
And this is
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By John Wesley Harding, I met ray davies in a danish airport
Turned out to
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By John Wesley Harding, Dark the night and long til day
Do not bid us
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By John Wesley Harding, I took a deep breath and I just stood there
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By John Wesley Harding, There is a room that you just now walked out
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By John Wesley Harding, Life is just beginning to begin again
I'm hoping that you've
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By John Wesley Harding, Your footman barred me from the door
Said I couldn't see
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By John Wesley Harding, Buchan, it's bonny, oh and there lives my love
My heart
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By John Wesley Harding, Oh annan water's wondrous deep
And my love annie's wondrous bonny
I'm
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By John Wesley Harding, I've lost my rifle and bayonet
I've lost my pull-through too
I've
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By John Wesley Harding, There's a panic on the streets
A reputation on a line
A
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By John Wesley Harding, Been living in the city too long now
Even my lungs
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By John Wesley Harding, She had a criminal conversation with the devil
On the back
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By John Wesley Harding, Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother
And
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By John Wesley Harding, The streets are doing a wardance
As their sight is restored
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By John Wesley Harding, When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor
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By John Wesley Harding, If I die tomorrow
Don't read too much into this song
I'll
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By John Wesley Harding, It is a 24 hour operation with a skeleton staff
The
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By John Wesley Harding, Sometimes when you get mystic
I have to leave the room
Another
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By John Wesley Harding, Come gather 'round and listen
If you can get that near
If
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By John Wesley Harding, As I was out walking one night in the park
Cupid
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By John Wesley Harding, In an office two miles underground
They can't tell night from
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By John Wesley Harding, Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of
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By John Wesley Harding, They gave me doses of dioxide
Started coughing constantly
Nursed inside my
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By John Wesley Harding, With all your vice and volume the whole of last
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By John Wesley Harding, She flares up, they start to fight
A chemical reaction late
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By John Wesley Harding, I met you on election night
As we cried over our