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How many times have I heard |
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In the South they just don't work |
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Lazy angels spill time |
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And use lives as I would mine |
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Pouring out of windows |
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Like strange flags, come clean clothes |
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Spit-free sediment sweep dives |
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From broom-kept porch in no time, no time |
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Now the sun strips that same sidewalk |
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With the day-dried test of small talk |
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She walks quick, fresh, with clean, black crease |
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And navigates this mess with protected ease |
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Does she leave? Does she leave? |
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Does she come home? |
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Where does she sleep? |
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But somehow the gate's not right |
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A face stripped of something since last night |
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Can you carry that smile to the store for a job? |
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And what's such a rush that would let you be robbed? |
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Now do you leave? Do you leave? |
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Or do you come home? |
