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The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day, |
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Snuck down to the rich neighborhood near the fireworks display, |
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Green lawns washed in black all reflecting exploding light, |
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We crept up to a house big and white with the back door open wide. |
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There's no honor among suburban paupers. |
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Independence Day for a petty thief, |
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Independence Day for a scoundrel. |
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Young and old they stared light zombies at the red and blue and grey, |
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Every soul was in the bleachers about four blocks away, |
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From inside it sounded like thunder claps, or a town being laid to waist, |
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My heart was beating a boom, boom, boom as we filled up our pillow case. |
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Free, dumb. |
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Independence Day for a petty thief, |
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Independence Day for a scoundrel. |
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Independence Day for a petty thief, |
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Independence Day for a scoundrel. |
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The summer that I turned 16 I had my Independence Day. |