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All you kids get out the back door |
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I've never seen her so mad before |
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She took all her favorite things down from the window |
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and broke them then all over her clean floor |
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It's Saturday at the mansion |
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The oldest boy walks with a slouch |
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The young ones are wild in back of the house |
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and she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch |
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Something as simple as boys and girls |
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Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world |
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Something as hard as a prayer on your back |
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Can wait a long time |
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For an answer |
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When I was little I'd stare at her picture |
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and talk to the mother of god |
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I swear sometimes I'd see her lips move |
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like she was trying to say something to me |
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When I was eighteen I moved to Florida |
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like everyone sick of the cold does |
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and I waited on old people waiting to die |
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I waited on them until I was |
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Something as simple as boys and girls |
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Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world |
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Something as hard as a prayer on your back |
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Can wait a long time for an answer |
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So I'm wearing my footsteps into this floor |
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But one day I won't live here anymore |
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And some will wonder who lived here before |
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and went on their way |
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I live too many miles from the ocean |
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and I'm getting older and odd |
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I get up every morning with a my cup of coffee |
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and I talk to the mother of god |
