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So you want to be free |
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To live your life the way you wanna be |
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Will you give if we cry |
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Will we live or will we die |
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Tainted hearts heal with time |
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Shoot bad love so we can |
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Stop the bleeding |
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Solitary brother, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to live? |
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Solitary sister, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to give? |
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Solitary brother, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to live? |
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Solitary sister, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to give? |
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If we try to live our lives |
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The way we wanna be |
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Solitary brother, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to live? |
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Solitary sister, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to give? |
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Solitary brother, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to live? |
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Solitary sister, |
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Is there still a part of you that wants to give? |
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Racism in future kins can only lead to no good |
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And besides, all our sons and daughters already |
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Know how that feels |
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(adam tinley/henry samuel) |
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Was the third of september |
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That day I'll always remember, yes I will |
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'cause that was the day that my daddy died |
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Never had a chance to see him, no |
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Never heard nothing but bad things about him |
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Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth |
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Mama just hung her head and said |
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Chorus |
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Papa was a rollin' stone |
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Wherever he laid his hat was his home |
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And when he died |
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All he left us was alone |
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(repeat) |
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Hey, mama, is it true what they say |
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That papa never worked aday in his life |
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Some bad talk going around sayin' |
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Papa had three outside children |
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And another wife |
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That ain't right |
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Heard some talk about papa and his storefront |
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Preachin' |
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Talkin' about saving souls and all the time |
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Leachin' |
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And dealing in dirt |
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Stealin' in the name of the lord |
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But mama she just said |
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Chorus |
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Say I heard my papa was a jack of all trades |
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Is that what papa sent to an early grave? |
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Folks say papa would beg, borrow or steal just |
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To pay his bills |
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Hey, mama, folks say papa was never much in thinkin' |
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Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' |
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But mother, I'm depending on you |
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To tell me the truth |
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But my mama she just said |
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Chorus (2x) |
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(norman whitfield/barrett strong) |