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Hot air hangs like a dead man |
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From a white oak tree |
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People sitting on porches |
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Thinking how things used to be |
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Dark night, it's a dark night |
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Dark night, it's a dark night |
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The neighborhood was changing |
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Strangers moving in |
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A new boy fell for a local girl |
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When she made eyes at him |
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She was young and pretty |
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No stranger to other men |
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Open doors were being locked at night |
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And old lines drawn again |
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I thought these things |
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Didn't matter anymore |
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I thought all that blood |
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Had been shed long ago |
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Dark night, it's a dark night |
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He took her to the outskirts |
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And pledged his love to her |
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They thought it was their secret |
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But someone knew where they were |
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He held her so close |
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He asked about her dreams |
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When a bullet from a passing car |
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Made the young girl scream |
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I thought these things |
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Didn't happen anymore |
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I thought all that blood |
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Had been shed long ago |
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Dark night, it's a dark night |
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Dark night, it's a dark night |
