Lyrics
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Well,
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you
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ain't
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got
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no
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life
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anymore.
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Each
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day
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in
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a
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dark
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coal
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mine.
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Workin'
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away
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every
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day,
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with
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your
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wife
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and
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kids
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on
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your
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mind.
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You
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Lyrics
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wake
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up
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in
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the
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morning
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and
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grab
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your
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hard
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hat.
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Pray
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that
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you
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make
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it
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back
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home.
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Your
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body
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is
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aching
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and
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you
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just
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can't
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take
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it,
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Lyrics
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mining
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that
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dark
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black
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coal.
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Dark
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black
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coal,
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take
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my
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soul,
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owe
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it
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you
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anyways.
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Just
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don't
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let
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my
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children
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become
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the
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victims
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of
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the
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mountain's
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Lyrics
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evil
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ways.
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You
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miss
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bein'
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younger,
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a
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boy
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with
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a
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hunger
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to
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get
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far
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away
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from
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this
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town.
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You
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never
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knew
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how
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or
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why
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or
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when,
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Lyrics
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just
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knew
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that
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you'd
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make
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it
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somehow.
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Now
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20
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years
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older,
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shoulder
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to
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shoulder
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with
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boys
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who
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were
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just
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like
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you.
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Spendin'
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their
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lives
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underground,
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provin'
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Lyrics
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their
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collars
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are
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blue.
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Dark
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black
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coal,
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take
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my
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soul,
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owe
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it
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to
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you
|
anyways.
|
Just
|
don't
|
let
|
my
|
children
|
become
|
the
|
victims
|
of
|
the
|
mountain's
|
|
Lyrics
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evil
|
ways.
|
Dark
|
black
|
coal,
|
take
|
my
|
soul,
|
owe
|
it
|
to
|
you
|
anyways.
|
Just
|
don't
|
let
|
my
|
children
|
become
|
the
|
victims
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of
|
the
|
mountain's
|
evil
|
ways.
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(Try to choose songs without swear words)