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If it came to pass that they should ask |
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What could I tell them |
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Would they criticize behind my back |
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Maybe I should let them |
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Oh if only then and only then |
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They would understand |
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They'd turn a full-blooded city boy |
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Into a full-blooded city man |
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If they could face it |
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I could take it in their eyes |
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Oh I know I'd make it |
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Their tiny minds |
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And sacred cows just fake it |
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If only then and only then |
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They would understand |
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They'd turn a full-blooded city boy |
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Into a full-blooded city man |
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But I know the way they want me |
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In the way they publicize |
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If they could turn their focus off |
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To the image in their eyes |
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Maybe it would help them, help them understand |
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Maybe it would help them, help them understand |
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Maybe it would help them, help them understand |
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That a full-blooded city boy |
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Is now a full-blooded city man |
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Oh my soul |
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Oh my soul |
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Oh my soul |
