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| 1. |
| 2:05 | 
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| 2. |
| 1:12 |
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| 3. |
| 4:10 |
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| 4. |
| 1:06 |
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| 5. |
| 6:01 |
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| 6. |
| 9:46 |
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| 7. |
| 4:28 |
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| 8. |
| 3:19 | 
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
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| 9. |
| 7:25 |
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| 10. |
| 4:38 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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