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Sometimes I don't recognize, |
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Sometimes i don't recognize |
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He house I live in, |
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Or the street that my house is on |
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Sometimes I don't recognize, |
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Sometimes i don't recognize |
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The patterns on my shirt |
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Or the way my shoes are tied |
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We know the way things go down, |
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We know a lot of people, |
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For people in a small town |
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We know a lot of people |
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We know the way things go down |
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Sometimes I don't recognize, |
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That leads me to be surprised, |
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On my way home I'm walkin' home |
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For the first time |
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Sometimes I don't sympathize |
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With all the sick and the tired, |
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Whats in it being a bum, |
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Whats in it being admired, |
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Some street go up, some go down |
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And it's just too much trouble, |
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We know the smells and the sound, |
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We know a lot of people, |
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We know the way things go down |
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Well I can fight like the devil |
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Or do what I'm told, |
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But one of these days momma |
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I've got to hit the road, |
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On my way home |
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Sometimes I don't recognize, |
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Sometimes i don't recognize |
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The house I live in, |
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Or the street that my house is on |
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Sometimes I don't recognize, |
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That leads me to be surprised, |
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On my way home I'm walkin' home |
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For the first time |
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Some street go up, some go down |
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And it's just too much trouble, |
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We know the way things go down, |
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For people in a small town |
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We pass a lot of people, |
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We know the way things go down |
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Well I can fight like the devil |
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Or do what I'm told, |
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But one of these days momma |
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I've got to hit the road, |
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On my way home |
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I'm comin home |
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I'm walkin home, coming home, |
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Thats where I'm goin.... |
