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I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' 'bout a half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me where I can find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said
Take a load off, Fanny, take a load for free
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