| Placed my hand on the brow of the sheep
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Sheared off his hair, nowhere did he bleed
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Sent him down a mountain far from me
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Down by the water, no hair, he will freeze
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| It comes down on me
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| I hung a swing from a pine tree
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| Swing so high the bullfrogs can’t get to me
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| The bullfogs they use pine needles
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| And weave a pair of sheep hair wings to cast on me
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| Bullfrogs were singin', irritating me
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Cold outside, I put on the hair of sheep
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Run from the cold, the bullfrogs mocking me
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| Tied their legs together, never more will they leap
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| It comes down on me
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| I hung a swing from a pine tree
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| Swing so high the bullfrogs can’t get to me
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| The bullfogs they use pine needles
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| And weave a pair of sheep hair wings to cast on me
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| Down the cold river a child came to me
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| He cried in his throat, he cried «give help to me»
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| But my hands were full up with the hair of the sheet
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| And as a cruel joke someone had tied my feet
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| When it comes, it will come heavy
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| It comes down on me
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| It comes down heavy |