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I don't know how |
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I'm gonna tell you, |
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I can't play with you no more, |
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I don't know how |
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I'm gonna do what mama told me, |
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My friend, the boy next door. |
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I can't believe what people saying, |
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You're gonna let your hair hang down, |
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I'm satisfied to sit here working all day long, |
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You're in the darker side of town. |
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And when I'm out |
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I see you walking, |
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Why don't your eyes see me, |
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Could it be you've found another game to play, |
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What did mama say to me.* |
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That's The |
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Way, Oh, That's |
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The Way it ought to be, |
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Yeah, yeah, mama say |
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That's The |
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Way it ought to stay. |
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And yesterday |
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I saw you standing by the river, |
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And weren't those tears that filled your eyes, |
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And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying, |
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Had they got you hypnotized? |
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And yesterday |
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I saw you kissing tiny flowers, |
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But all that lives is born to die. |
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And so I say to you that nothing really matters, |
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And all you do is stand and cry. |
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I don't know what to say about it, |
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When all you ears have turned away, |
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But now's the time to look and look again at what you see, |
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Is that the way it ought to stay? |
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That's the way... |
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That's the way it oughtta be |
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Oh don't you know now, |
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Mama said.. that's the way it's gonna stay, yeah. |
