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Aimee Mann |
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Whatever |
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4th Of July |
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Today's the fourth of july |
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Another june has gone by |
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And when they light up our town i just think |
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What a waste of gunpowder and sky |
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I'm certain that i am alone |
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In harbouring thoughts of our home |
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It's one of my faults that i can't quell my past |
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I ought to have gotten it gone |
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Oh, baby, i wonder - |
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If when you are older - |
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Someday- |
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You'll wake up |
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And say, 'my god, i should have told her - |
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What would it take? |
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But now here i am and the world's gotten colder |
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And she's got the river down which i sold her.' |
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So that's today's memory lane |
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With all the pathos and pain |
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Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless |
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And they're always the same |
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A verse, then a verse, and refrain |
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Oh, baby, i wonder - |
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If when you are older - |
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Someday- |
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You'll wake up |
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And say, 'my god, i should have told her - |
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What would it take? |
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But now here i am and the world's gotten colder |
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And she's got the river down which i sold her.' |
