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12.People Ain't No Good |
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People just ain't no good |
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I think that's welll understood |
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You can see it everywhere you look |
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People just ain't no good |
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We were married under cherry trees |
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Under blossom we made our vows |
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All the blossoms come sailing down |
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Through the streets and through the playgrounds |
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The sun would stream on the sheets |
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Awoken by the morning bird |
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We'd buy the sunday newspapers |
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And never read a single word |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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Seasons came, seasons went |
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The winter stripped the blossoms bare |
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A different tree now lines the streets |
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Shaking its fists in the air |
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The winter slammed us like a fist |
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The windows rattling in the gales |
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To which she drew the curtains |
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Made out of her wedding veils |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good at all |
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To our love send a dozen white lilies |
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To our love send a coffin of wood |
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To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo |
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That people they just ain't no good |
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To our love send back all the letters |
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To our love a valentine of blood |
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To our love let all the jilted lovers cry |
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That people they just ain't no good |
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It ain't that in their hearts they're bad |
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They can comfort you, some even try |
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They nurse you when you're ill of health |
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They bury you when you go and die |
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It ain't that in their hearts they're bad |
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They'd stick by you if they could |
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But that's just bullshit |
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People just ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good |
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People they ain't no good at all |
