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And it all began like a new routine |
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We were drunk, we were tired, we were sick |
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We were in between |
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And the jig was up when the sun went down |
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It was dark, it was mean, it was black |
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There was not a sound |
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And when the morning papers did not come |
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We shook our heads |
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We knew that we were done and so we sat and prayed for |
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Just another try |
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Throw your babies in the water |
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Let your hair down like you used to |
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And tell all your sons and daughters |
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They don't have to grow up like you |
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They're not supposed to |
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Now the birds don't sing and the cars won't go |
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There's a lump in your throat |
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There's no songs on the radio |
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And the walls caved in and the well went dry |
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And the mountains shook |
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And the people all wondered why |
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And in the morning |
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I woke up to find |
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There's someone here |
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There's someone in my mind |
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And so I hung my head |
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And I began to cry |
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Throw your babies in the water |
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Let your hair down like you used to |
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And tell all your sons and daughters |
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They don't have to grow up like you |
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They're not supposed to |
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Cradled, whipped |
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And mother's tongue |
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It's not hard to see what went wrong |
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If I told you once, |
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I told you twice |
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You can beg, you can kneel, you can pray |
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You'll be sacrificed |
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And when the morning papers did not come |
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We shook our heads |
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We knew that we were done and so we sat and prayed for |
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Just another try |
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Throw your babies in the water |
|
Let your hair down like you used to |
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And tell all your sons and daughters |
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They don't have to grow up like you |
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They're not supposed to |
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Throw your babies in the water |
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Let your hair down like you used to |
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And tell all your sons and daughters |
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They don't have to grow up like you |
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They're not supposed to |
