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I always wonder why my mama left town |
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New Haven ain't a bag of salt |
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When nobody knows your name |
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You look so different over the phone |
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Seven states away they're doin' |
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Doin' the strange fruit swing |
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And when they come down |
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You have to leave town |
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I am |
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I'm too tough to die |
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I am |
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Too tough to die |
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Blessed are those who believe |
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Who believe and have not seen |
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I wasn't there and it's got me wondering |
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The man you make then and now he's burning |
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School's are learning you can't unlearn |
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No room to turn, let alone run |
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I am |
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Too tough to die |
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I am |
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Too tough to die |
