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living rough back on the Derby beach\n[02:52.04] With a bottle of white horse in her pocket, a wolfhound at her feet\n[02:58.52] They say that she got married once to a man called Romany Brown\n[03:03.22] Even a gypsy caravan was too much to settling down\n[03:09.49] They say her rose has faded, rough weather and hard booze\n[03:16.58] Maybe that's the price you pay for the chains that you refuse\n[03:21.74] Oh, she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing\n[03:27.56] And I miss her more than ever words can say\n[03:31.95] If I could just taste all of her wildness now\n[03:37.65] If I could hold her in my arms today\n[03:42.80] I wouldn't want her any other way\n[03:50.16] (She was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing)\n[03:55.41] (And I miss her more than ever, words can say)\n[03:59.57] (If I could just taste all of her wildness now)\n[04:05.84] If I could hold her in my arms today\n[04:10.78] I wouldn't want her any other way\n[04:13.40] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 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babies on the rug\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: She said, \"Oh man, you foolish man, that surely sounds like Hell\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 122050\n- text: You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well\"\n  start_ms: 122050\n  end_ms: 128010\n- text: But she was a rare thing, fine as a beeswing\n  start_ms: 128010\n  end_ms: 133470\n- text: So fine, a breath of wind might blow her away\n  start_ms: 133470\n  end_ms: 138190\n- text: And she was a lost child, she was running wild\n  start_ms: 138190\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: She said, \"So long as there's no price on love, I'll stay\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 149100\n- text: You wouldn't want me any other way\"\n  start_ms: 149100\n  end_ms: 156680\n- text: We were drinking more in those days, our tempers reached a pitch\n  start_ms: 156680\n  end_ms: 161860\n- text: Like a fool, I let her run away when she took the rambling itch\n  start_ms: 161860\n  end_ms: 166880\n- text: And the last I 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