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I promise not to tell a lie

Cross my heart

and hope to die

I know what i say

and i know that it's only

Through the fog

and the banks of the Mississippi

At first i was sure

That i was going crazy

A ghostly serenade

It started singing.

I know that i'm losing my credibility

but i know what i saw

and i know that it's only

I swear on the grave

of my late darling

He had a song he'd always sing.

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do.

My gift is my song and this one's for you.

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