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Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel |
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In the Broadway |
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BridgeWe're crawling on our knees |
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We've got flashlights and batteries |
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We've got cold cuts from the fridge |
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Last year about this time |
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We used to climb up in the branches |
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Just to sway there in some breeze |
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Now the cops on the street |
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They want |
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Cherokee Louise |
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People like to talk |
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Tongues are waggin' over fences |
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Waggin' over phones |
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All their doors are locked |
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God she can't even come to our own house |
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But I know where she'll go |
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To the place where you can stand |
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And press your hands like it was bubble bath |
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In dust piled high as me, down under the street |
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My friend poor |
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Cherokee Louise |
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Ever since we turned 13 |
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It's like a minefield walking to the door |
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Going out you get the 3rd degree |
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And comin' in you get the 3rd |
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World WarTuesday after school |
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We put our pennies on the rails |
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And when the train went by |
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We were jumpin' 'round like fools |
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Goin', "Look, no heads or tails" |
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Goin', "Look, my lucky prize" |
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She runs home to her foster dad |
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He opens up a zipper |
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And he yanks her to her knees |
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Oh please be here, please |
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My friend poor |
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Cherokee Louise |
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Cherokee Louise is hiding in this tunnel |
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In the Broadway |
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BridgeWe're crawling on our knees |
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I've got Archie and |
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Silver Screen |
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I know where she is |
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The place where you can stand |
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And press your hands like it was bubble bath |
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In dust piled high as me, down under the street |
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My friend poor |
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Cherokee Louise, oh |
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Cherokee Louise |
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Cherokee Louise |
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Cherokee Louise |
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Cherokee Louise... |