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Well she seemed all right by dawn's early light |
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Though she looked a little worried and weak |
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She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again |
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But Daddy'd left the proof on her cheek |
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And I was only eight years old that summer |
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And I always seemed to be in the way |
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So I took myself down to the fair in town |
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On Independence Day |
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Well word gets around in a small, small town |
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They said he was a dangerous man |
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Mama was proud and she stood her ground |
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But she knew she was on the losin' end |
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Some folks whispered and some just talked |
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But everybody looked the other way |
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And when time ran out there was no one about |
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On Independence Day |
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Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing |
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Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning |
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Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong |
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Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay |
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It's Independence Day |
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Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July |
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By the time that the firemen come |
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They just put out the flames, took down some names |
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And sent me to the county home |
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Oh, and I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong |
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But maybe it's the only way |
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Talk about your revolution |
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It's Independence Day |
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Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing |
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Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning |
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Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong |
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Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay |
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It's Independence Day |
