| Standin' in line at the grocery store
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| It’s February as cold as it gets
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| There’s a little girl in front of with no coat on
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| Her momma’s buying tampons and cigarettes
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| I try to catch her eye, give her a smile
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| Tell her it’s gonna be okay but it might take a while
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| Everybody’s got somethin' that they’re searchin' for
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| Tuesday night standing in line at the grocery store
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| Cashiers seem a little distracted
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| He’s starin' off into space
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| He’s well dressed and handsome, fifty-something
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| And he seems so out of place
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| He looks like a football coach
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| Who just lost his way
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| Maybe he drinks to much
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| But who am I to say
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| Everybody’s got somethin' that they’re searchin' for
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| Tuesday night standing in line at the grocery store
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| We all stare at the magazines
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| Movie stars and beauty queens
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| Everything that we’re supposed to be
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| Times are hard right now but we all get by somehow
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| Up and down the aisles of the American Dream
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| Everybody’s got somethin' that they’re searchin' for
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| Everybody’s got somethin' that they’re searchin' for
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| Tuesday night, marchin' in time, standin' in line at the grocery store |