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That's Your Funeral lyrics
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Your Funeral... My Trial
I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of clover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial
Miscellaneous
Your Funeral... My Trial
Part of these releases
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- Track 19 on Oliver! (Original Broadway Cast)
- 18 Finale
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- Track 5 on Oliver! (1960 original London Cast)
- 4 Boy For Sale
- 6 Where Is My Love?
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- Track 5 on Oliver! (2009 London cast)
- 4 Boy For Sale
- 6 Coffin Music
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- Track 7 on Oliver!
- 6 You've Got To Pick-A-Pocket Or Two
- 8 I'd Do Anything
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