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very same night\n  start_ms: 159000\n  end_ms: 160620\n- text: When I crept to her tent with a flashlight\n  start_ms: 160620\n  end_ms: 162920\n- text: And my long years of innocence ended\n  start_ms: 162920\n  end_ms: 167370\n- text: Well, she took me to the woods\n  start_ms: 167370\n  end_ms: 170220\n- text: Sayin' \"Here comes something, and it feels so good!\"\n  start_ms: 170220\n  end_ms: 173270\n- text: And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended\n  start_ms: 173270\n  end_ms: 183780\n- text: Oh, oh, what a night\n  start_ms: 183780\n  end_ms: 186220\n- text: Oh, what a garden of delight\n  start_ms: 186220\n  end_ms: 188590\n- text: Even now that sweet memory lingers\n  start_ms: 188590\n  end_ms: 192200\n- text: I was playing my guitar\n  start_ms: 192200\n  end_ms: 195510\n- text: Lyin' underneath the stars\n  start_ms: 195510\n  end_ms: 197870\n- text: Just thankin' the Lord\n  start_ms: 197870\n  end_ms: 200710\n- text: For my fingers\n  start_ms: 200710\n  end_ms: 203010\n- text: For my fingers\n  start_ms: 203010\n  end_ms: 212010\n- text: I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know\n  start_ms: 212010\nplain: |-\n  Couple in the next room bound to win a prize\n  They've been going at it all night long\n  Well, I'm tryin' to get some sleep\n  But these motel walls are cheap\n  Lincoln Duncan is my name\n  And here's my song, here's my song\n  My father was a fisherman\n  My mama was a fisherman's friend\n  And I was born in the boredom and the chowder\n  So when I reached my prime\n  I left my home in the Maritimes\n  Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England\n  Holes in my confidence\n  Holes in the knees of my jeans\n  I was left without a penny in my pocket\n  Ooh-oowee, I was about as destituted as a kid could be\n  And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it\n  I'd like to hock it\n  A young girl in a parkin' lot\n  Was preaching to a crowd\n  Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible\n  Well, I told her I was lost\n  And she told all about the Pentecost\n  And I seen that girl as the road to my survival\n  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know\n  Just later on the very same night\n  When I crept to her tent with a flashlight\n  And my long years of innocence ended\n  Well, she took me to the woods\n  Sayin' \"Here comes something, and it feels so good!\"\n  And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended\n  Oh, oh, what a night\n  Oh, what a garden of delight\n  Even now that sweet memory lingers\n  I was playing my guitar\n  Lyin' underneath the stars\n  Just thankin' the Lord\n  For my fingers\n  For my fingers\n  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know\n"}]