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| Angeline |
| They found your body Floatin' in the river Layin' face down And covered in blood ` They took you back home To Arkansas and Told your family What they found in the mud ` A rusty hammer And a makeshift grave They recovered From the scene ` As they dug deeper They found your sister Her skull was so old It was molded green ` They came for me Hunted me down, babe They was lookin' T'have my soul ` I ran faster Deep in the woods where I met Death And the lives he stole ` Oh, Angeline Can you forgive me? I didn't do it But here they all come ` Do you remember? Remember their lies? I guess it's the truth I'm still runnin' from |
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