Black Peter

All of my friends come to see me last night
 I was laying in my bed and dying
 Annie Beauneu from Saint Angel
 Say "the weather down here so fine"
 Just then the wind
 Came squalling through the door
 But who can
 The weather command?
 Just want to have
 A little peace to die
 And a friend or two
 I love at hand
 Fever roll up to a hundred and five
 Roll on up
 Gonna roll back down
 One more day
 I find myself alive
 Tomorrow
 Maybe go
 Beneath the ground
 See here how everything
 Lead up to this day
 And it's just like
 Any other day
 That's ever been
 Sun goin up
 And then the
 Sun it goin down
 Shine through my window and
 My friends they come around
 Come around
 Come around
 People may know but
 The people don't care
 That a man could be
 As poor as me,
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 "Take a look at poor Peter
 He's lying in pain
 Now let's go run
 And see"
 Run and see
 Hey, hey,
 Run and see