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Some summers in the evening after 6 or so |
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I walk on down the hill |
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And maybe buy a beer |
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I think about my friends |
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Sometimes I wish they lived out here |
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But they wouldn't dig this town |
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No, they wouldn't dig this town |
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Try not to think about it, Alice Childress |
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Try not to think about it anymore |
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Try not to think about it, Alice Childress |
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Anymore |
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No, not anymore, oh |
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Alice, the world is full of ugly things |
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That you can't change |
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Pretend it's not that way |
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It's my idea of faith |
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You can blow it off |
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And say there's good in nearly everyone |
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Just give them all a chance |
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Now let's give them all a chance |
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Try not to think about it, Alice Childress |
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Try not to think about it anymore |
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Try not to think about it, Alice Childress |
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Anymore |
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No, not anymore, oh |
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No, it didn't work out |
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No, it didn't work out the way we thought it would |
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No, it didn't work out |
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(An arranged marriage is not so good) |
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Thank God it's you |
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You know, your timing is impeccable |
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And I'm not fooling you |
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I don't know what to do |
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Some dude just knocked me cold |
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And left me on the sidewalk |
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Took everything I had |
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And everything I had |
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Try not to think about it, Alice Childress |
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Try not to think about it anymore |
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It's getting late where you are, Alice Childress |
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Anymore |
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No, not anymore |
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Anymore |
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No, not anymore |
