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well the fog's rollin' thick in the treesand the fire burns deep in the holemy conscience a wound with no salveit betrays me wherever I gosaid the best way a man can go downis to die with his face to the streetand you guessed that theway I'd go downlike a gambler who rolls off to sleepbut that night on the mountain,I staged my own deathleft my clothes scattered fardown the trailand I dreamed of your neck,your raven-haired crownwith no trace, I jumped over the rail
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off placeplain clothes knows nothin' bout meand plain clothes knowsnothin' bout youhe'll call off the chase in a snaphe'll give up the chase if you askand I promised to you, that I'dsee my way clearand I'd come back to getyou somedaywith silver for teeth and bloodin my hair
I'd come back and get you someday
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
Move along, cannot stay
The Stoppin'-off place
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