Mr. John Lee what is happening to me
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last time I saw you
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bringing fire wood into your house
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from a tree
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but I didn't love you
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quite as much
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as sweet Marie
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the sherriff he never
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had to come
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to wade through the water
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swamps
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and some strange mystery
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to find Marie
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Me clad in Velveteen
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red lips and high heeled shoes
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i carried you
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your weight for a long time
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through years and towns and took refuge
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and I carried your weight upon mine
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Marie got married
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to a man
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and I found your footsteps
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in summer lands
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to your lady
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Marie has a daughter
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and a new city now
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and your skin is soft and tired
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from the years
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but your happy now
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Me clad in Velveteen
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red lips and high heeled shoes
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I carried you
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your weight for a long time
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through years and towns and took refuge
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and I carried your weight upon mine
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Mr. John Lee
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what is happening to me
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last time I saw you
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bringing firewood into your house
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from a tree
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Mr. John Lee Revisited
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Marissa Nadler |