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to all the years full of front porch stories |
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failed plans and procrastination |
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to r.a.g.n. sowing what others may implore |
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i've been broke and forlorn and caught out with the best at acca yard |
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oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets |
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i would be crazy |
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to all the years full of backyard parties |
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winters in hibernation |
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to assaulting views with dominion at our door |
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healing but scarred |
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there's bullet holes in a porch in jackson ward |
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oh it just goes to show, to desert friends like these streets |
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i would be crazy |
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it goes to show, to dessert friends like these streets |
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i would be crazy |
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i sat back to consider what has been within a decade counted |
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should i fly? should i settle? |
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will i find peace in time, in the face of growing old? |
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to all the years full of untold stories |
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futures free of isolation |
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to all those gone who in thought and heart live on |
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on and on you never gave up and i got this far |
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oh it just goes to show, with friends like these to leave |
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i would be crazy |
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it goes to show, with friends like these to leave |
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i would be crazy |
