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In the church one day you will get hurt |
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In the school teacher's such a fool |
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And if they would ever come 'round here |
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They would ever come |
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Blame it on my style, take a pill |
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Don't tell me how to feel |
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Bad news and tunes |
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Sing it from the high |
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Singin' some sad song |
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Uncle Sam, playin' in the sand |
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Understand, hold my hand |
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Time is never gonna stop runnin' |
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Never gonna stop |
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Take me to the top of the trees |
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Don't take me for a cracked window pane |
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Bad news and tunes |
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Are shinin' from the high |
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Singin' some sad song |
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Don't rehearse, this is the last verse |
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In the hearse, goin' through your purse |
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And if they would ever laugh, not here |
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They would ever laugh |
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Blame it on my style, once again |
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Don't take me for a ride in the rain |
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Bad news and tunes |
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Shinin' from the high |
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Singin' some sad song |
