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Some summers in the evening after six or so |
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I walk on down the hill |
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and maybe buy a beer |
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I think about my friends |
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sometimes I wish they lived out here |
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but they wouldn't dig this town |
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no, they wouldn't dig this town |
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try not to think about it, |
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Alice Childress |
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try not to think about it |
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anymore |
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try not to think about it, |
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Alice Childress |
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anymore |
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no, not anymore, oh |
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Alice, the world is full of ugly things |
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that you can't change |
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pretend it's not that way |
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it's my idea of faith |
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you can blow it off |
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and say there's good in nearly everyone |
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just give them all a chance |
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now let's give them all a chance |
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try not to think about it, |
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Alice Childress |
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try not to think about it |
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anymore |
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try not to think about it, |
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Alice Childress |
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anymore |
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no, not anymore, oh |
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no, it didn't work out |
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no, it didn't work out the way we thought it would |
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no, it didn't work out |
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(an arranged marriage is not so good) |
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thank God it's you |
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ya know your timing is impeccable |
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and I'm not fooling you |
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I don't know what to do |
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some dude just knocked me cold |
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and left me on the sidewalk |
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took everything I had |
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and everything I had |
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try not to think about it, |
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Alice Childress |
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try not to think about it |
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anymore |
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it's getting late where you are, |
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Alice Childress |
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anymore |
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no, not anymore |
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anymore |
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no, not anymore |
