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A pistol shot, at five o’clock, the bells of heaven ring,
Tell me what you done it for, no I won’t tell you a thing.
Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground,
All I leave behind me is only what I found.
If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,
Stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.
I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny,
I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.
Take up your china doll, take up your china doll,
It’s only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.
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Lyrics: Grateful Dead
