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C. Brown awakes from bed |
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Brushes his teeth and he combs his head for school |
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Out the door and down the street |
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Down to the corner a bus and some friends that he's supposed to meet |
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Oh, but there, not to his surprise |
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His friends have gone told C a lie |
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But you can walk on there with me |
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You don't need to say a word, oh don't you worry |
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Now you see him runin' fast |
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Kicks at the air his friends watch him fall and they laugh |
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Still Charlie loves his friends |
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In his heart he knows that sometimes a dog can be ain't good as any man |
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Oh, tryin' to do as we should |
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That doesn't always rhyme with doing what feels good |
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Oh but you can sit there in the grass it feels good |
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You don't need to say another word, you don't have to worry no no |
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Now that Charlie has draw the gun |
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Right there in the square he's sketched little Lucy on the run |
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Aims his eye, cocks his head |
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Now in a cloud of dust, dear old Lucy's gone |
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Charlie's [Incomprehensible] the golden rule |
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Draw unto others they come on you |
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And walk on home now with me |
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Oh, you don't need to think another word, you don't have to worry at all |
