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You're out on the streets looking good
And baby, deep down in your heart, I guess you know that it ain't right
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night
Babe, and I cry all the time
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again

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When you're lost in the rain in Juarez, and it's Easter time too
And your gravity's down and negativity don't pull you through
Just don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess outta you

 

Now if you see Saint Annie, please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move, my fingers they are all in a knot
I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my drummer, won't even tell me what it was that I dropped

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Now in the street there is violence
And, and a lots of work to be done
No place to hang out our washing
And, and I can't blame all on the sun

 

Oh no we gonna rock down to electric avenue
And then we'll take it higher
Oh we gonna rock down to electric avenue
And then we'll take it higher

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In the year 2525, if man is still alive
If woman can survive, they may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

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Son she said

Have I got a little story for you

What you thought was your daddy

Was nothin' but a fool

 

While you were sittin'

Home alone at age thirteen

Your real father was dyin'

Sorry you didn't see him

But I'm glad we talked,

 

Oh I, oh, I'm still alive

Hey, hey, I, oh, I'm still alive

Hey I, oh, I'm still alive

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So years have passed and all the kids are grown
The angels took Mama to a brand new home
Lord knows, people, I shedded tears
But my daddy's voice kept me through the years

 

Saying
Patches, I'm dependin' on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it's all left up to you

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One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn
And another child grows up to be
Somebody you'd just love to burn

 

Mom loves the both of them
You see, it's in the blood
Both kids are good to mom
Blood's thicker than the mud

 

It's a family affair
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
It's a family affair
Over there, over there

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Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold
Look over there (where?)
There, there's a lady that I used to know
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told

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I'm gettin' married in the morning
Dingdong, the bells are gonna chime
Pull out the stopper, we'll have a whopper
But get me to the church on time

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Hey sister, go sister
Soul sister, go sister
Hey sister, go sister
Soul sister, go sister

He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans
Strutting her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe
You wanna give it a go?" hmm hmm

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Shake up
Gotta shake up you’re freezing
Make up
I'm going to make up my reasons
I used to say I need you
But now I gotta leave you

Sister, sister what did they do to you
Sister, sister what did they do to you
Did they take and try to break
A heart that long
It’s so wrong

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rte-rerBZe4

 

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Don’t try to change me

Try and understand my ways

Accept my love the way its offered

That will be the surest way

 

Cause my love will grow and grow

Now just you wait and see

It will be a lasting love

A lasting love it will be.

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Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed field
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the barley meal 
Broken ground, open and beckoning to the spring

Black dirt live again

 

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his days measures more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield 

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I used to know this old scarecrow
He was my song
My joy and sorrow
Cast alone between the furrows
Of a field
No longer sown by anyone
I held a dandelion
That said the time had come
To leave upon the wind
Not to return
When summer burned the earth again

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