| We all make exceptions
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| To who we thought we’d be
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| Well the only thing changing
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| Is our own integrity
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| Well they tell you from the pulpit
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| That it’s so hard to be good
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| So you go out make a bad luck
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| Instead of doing what you should
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| Whoa what you should
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| And you’re too old for a sweet songs
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| And too young for rock’n’roll
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| Honey child, you’re a long way from home
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| And you give just as good as you’re gettin' now
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| But be careful, you don’t reap what you sow
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| Well honey child, you’re a long way from home
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| And I’ll call you baby, bay-baby
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| While you call me a chain
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| Cause you’re afraid of being lonely, hey
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| So you go and take my name
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| Take my name
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| And you’re too old for a sweet songs
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| And too young for rock’n’roll
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| Honey child, you’re a long way from home
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| And you give just as good as you’re gettin' now
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| But be careful, you don’t reap what you sow
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| Honey child, you’re a long way from home
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| Where are you gonna run?
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| Where are you going?
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| And you’re too old for a sweet songs
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| And too young for rock’n’roll
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| Honey child, you’re a long way from home
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| And you give just as good as you’re gettin' now
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| But be careful, you don’t reap what you sow
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| Well baby girl, you’re a long, long way from home
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| Oh long way from home
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| Oh baby now, baby now |