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GOne summer evening drunk to hell
aI sat there nearlCy lifeless
An Gold man in the corner sang
where the waterliClies growa​
And Gon the jukebox Johnny sang
aboaut a thing called loCve
and it's hGow are you kaid
and whCat’s your nameG​
and hCow would you bloody knaow

GIn ablood and death 'neath Ca Gscreaming sky
I Glay down aon Cthe Gground
And Gthe aarms and legs of Cother Gmen
Were Gscattered a Call Garound
Some Gcursed asome C Gprayed
some Gprayed athen C Gcursed
Then prayed Cand bled some amore
And the only Cthing that DI Gcould see

GWas a paair of brown eyes thCat was lookGing at me
But whGen we got baack labelled paCrts one to threGe
There wGas no paair of brown eyes wCaiting for meG​
And a rGovin' a roavin' a rCovin' I'll gGo
And a rGovin' a roavin' a rCovin' I'll gGo
And a rGovin' a roavin' a rCovin' I'll gGo
For a paCir of brown aeyes
For a paCir of bDrown Geyes