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Grateful Dead Skeletons In The Closet The Best Of The Grateful Dead

I lit out from Reno I was trailed by twenty hounds Didn't get to sleep that night 'til the morning came around Set out runnin' but I take my time A friend

breath of cologne The mirror was a window, she sat by alone All around her the garden grew Scarlet and purple and crimson and blue She came dead, she