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i went right back homeyou would have done the sameand never washed your handsif you knew they'd dig up dirt againit took a droughtto wash her outso i was the sunthat slapped the rainuntil we all knew she'd go down the drainthey're the jacks of all tradesthe fruits of our labors were laid out to rotthey danced and sang to the song of amazing gracei told you souh-ohi got a runnin' start andduring my second windstirred up all the dustwith an iron fist and her hair brushit was the prettiest picture you ever sawthe prettiest picture not on the walli heard a voicecovered my eyeswore a big smile when we dropped like fliesthey're the jacks of all tradesthe fruits of our labors were laid out to rotthey danced and sang to the song of amazing gracei told you soi went right back homeyou would've done the samedon't dare wash your handswe both know they'll dig up dirt againi got a runnin' startand during my second wind had a fitlike the bitter son of abrahamhold your breathdid you see the light?or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?they're the jacks of all tradesthe fruits of our labors were laid out to rotthey danced and sang to the song of amazing gracei told you souh-oh |
