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I'm not one to look behind |
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I know that times must change |
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But over there in Barrytown |
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They do things very strange |
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And though you're not my enemy |
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I like things like they used to be |
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And though you'd like some company |
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I'm standing by myself |
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Go play with someone else |
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I can see by what you carry |
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That you come from Barrytown |
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Don't believe I'm taken in |
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By stories I have heard |
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I just read the Daily News |
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And swear by every word |
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And don't think that I'm out of line |
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For speaking out for what is mine |
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I'd like to see you do just fine |
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But look at what you wear |
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And the way you cut your hair |
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I can see by what you carry |
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That you come from Barrytown |
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In the beginning we recall |
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That the word was hurled |
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Barrytown people got to be |
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From another world |
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Leave me or I'll be just like |
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The others you will meet |
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They won't act as kindly |
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If they see you on the street |
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And don't you scream or make a shout |
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There's nothing you can do about |
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It was there where you came out |
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It's a special lack of grace |
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I can see it in your face |
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I can see by what you carry |
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That you come from Barrytown |