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Widespread Panic |
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Miscellaneous |
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Pleas |
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Brian Whitman |
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The Original Lyrics File |
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They say turn the bright lights on |
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And there you'll find the truth |
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Here, open up this book |
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And now you'll find the proof |
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It feels like a can of worms |
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Keep the lid on tight |
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They say |
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Don't let it get too bright (x3) |
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No |
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They tell me it takes sorrow, boy |
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To help you feel the joy |
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They say it takes poverty |
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To let you love a toy |
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Now you can't have the good |
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Until you've shared the bad |
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Don't let it get too sad (x3) |
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No, not this time, time |
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They say it takes hardship, boy |
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To let you love arrest |
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Sometimes underneath the road |
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Is where I show my best |
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Go, put your work clothes on |
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Go and leave your mark |
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And they say |
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Don't let it get too dark (x3) |
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No, not this time |
