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the river flows to the gulf of mexico |
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to new orleans, uptown ruler, |
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tchoupitoula indian |
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purple, gold and green |
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plastic beads hang from trees |
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must have been a parade yesterday |
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or maybe last year |
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i don't know |
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go to see Johnny V. lay it down and lift me up |
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you're the guardian of the flame |
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you're the fire inside, my burning desire |
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you're the beat in the ground that |
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takes me downtown |
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where she is |
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friendly travelers at the cafe |
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sing songs of joy and praise |
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just to be alive another day |
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step in time, second line |
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church bells ring farewell, |
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throw my hands up high to the sky |
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'til we meet again on the other side |
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you' re the guardian of the flame |
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you' re the fire inside, my burning desire |
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you' re the beat in the ground |
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that takes me downtown |
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where she is |
