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Well I woke up this morning |
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And I made a resolution |
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I said, \"I'm never going to sing |
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Another sad song again.\" |
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I decided I'd admit it |
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I am not an intellectual |
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No the words, they never come easy |
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Unless I'm singing them |
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And the hills that I was born in |
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Will never leave me |
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No matter how hard I try |
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And then my brother was murdered |
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While my father was in prison |
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And the girl that I sometimes loved |
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Up and moved away |
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And my body filled up with blackness |
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And the darkness, it wanted to drown me |
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And I heard my father's footsteps catching up to me |
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And he took me by the shoulders |
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And he said, \"Son, my hands are strong |
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But I hope you have the strength to shake us free |
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Shake us free, boy |
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Shake us free, my son |
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You'd better shake us free.\" |
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And now I'm lying in a van |
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In Chicago in the springtime |
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And the rain outside that's falling |
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Sounds just like popcorn |
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But before I open my eyes |
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I think I'll make this resolution |
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\"No, I'm never going to sing another |
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Sad song for as long as I live!\" |
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And the light coming through the window |
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Is making everything glow |
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And he took me by the shoulders and he said |
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\"Son, I know my hands are strong |
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But I hope you have the strength |
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To shake us free |
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Shake us free |
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Shake us free |
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Shake us free, my son!\" |
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I made a resolution |
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I made a resolution |
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I made a resolution |
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I made a resolution |
