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Give me ten long limbs, I'll hold
Lazy rolling things of gold
Dress me down in a New York crowd
Lay me down an bawl me out
Tell me everything's been sold
Tell me everything. I'll go
Pressed apart those skins still hold
This can't be what you want, hej
This can't be what you want
There's a charm, there's a blade
There's a lot in the way
There's a child, there's a grave
There's a lot in the way
There's a colt, there's a cane
There's a lot in the way
There's a heart, there's a chain
