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Abigail Breslin
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House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin, of many a poor boy And God, I know, cuz' I'm one
My mother, was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when, he's on, a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun In the House of the Rising Sun
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