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Yeah, yeah, |
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I went walking on the avenue |
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Listen to low riders who may, yeah, listen to you |
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And my footsteps tangle with perfume |
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And the sound of lovemaking |
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Coming out of some room |
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And the Indians sing |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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There's a woman leaning on the corner |
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She waits for her gambler |
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Yeah, dressing babies up in cotton |
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On the front seat of her rambler |
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Low downWhile she says that she remembers, yeah, mmm |
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Of a prayer that mama used to sing |
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Yeah, and the battered wife sing |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy? |
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How far am |
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I from Canaan? |
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How far am |
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I from joy, from joy, from joy? |