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When I was a young boy, pride of my family |
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And my mama used to hang me out to dry |
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You know the boy couldn't have it |
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Sometimes he just had to find |
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A hiding place to hang his head and cry |
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Talking about a hiding place, hiding place |
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Little bit of shelter from the blues |
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Here I am as a young man, my feet out on the highway |
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Summer breeze to tell me what to do |
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I might meet a young lady and stop off for a while |
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Reality thought blowing through |
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Talking about a hiding place, hiding place |
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A little bit of shelter from the blues |
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And it ain't no disgrace if you gotta hide your face |
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We all need the hiding place to get us through |
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Yes, we do |
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Oh, I can tell the difference between right and wrong |
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I can't always tell which one's best for me |
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But I know this dirty city like the back of my dirty hand |
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And still can't seem to find no sanity |
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Now I'm looking out a window and you are looking in |
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And we both are thinking and we like just what we see |
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You say you can't be certain, baby, what I see in you |
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But you're [Incomprehensible] what you see in me |
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Talking about a hiding place, a hiding place |
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Just a little bit of shelter from the blues |
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And it ain't no disgrace if you got to hide your face |
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We all need a hiding place to get us through |
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Talking about a hiding place, hiding place |
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We all need a hiding place to get us through |
