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Don't let there be |
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Something sour in my coffee. |
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There's fourteen year olds |
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Screaming get out of my country. |
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I won't let him rise just to say goodbye. |
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Hourly, daily. |
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The August cold brings something bad in its sock drawer. |
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There's too much hate covering up those once white walls. |
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I don't want my boy thinking |
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I'm only to avoid. |
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Tread safe hourly, daily. |
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He's the splitting image and the oldest of two. |
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Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into? |
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Make a morning pledge |
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To the heart of the city quiet. |
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Pray the daybreak sun |
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Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night. |
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Bring one good face into this house today. |
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Hourly, daily. |
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He's the splitting image and the oldest of two. |
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Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into? |
