| Some summers in the evening after 6 or so
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| I walk on down the hill
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| And maybe buy a beer
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| I think about my friends
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| Sometimes I wish they lived out here
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| But they wouldn’t dig this town
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| No they wouldn’t dig this town
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| Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
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| Try not to think about it anymore
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| Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
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| Anymore, no not anymore
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| Alice, the world is full of ugly things
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| That you can’t change
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| Pretend it’s not that way
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| It’s my idea of faith
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| You can blow it off
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| And say there’s good in nearly everyone
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| Just give them all a chance
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| Now let’s give them all a chance
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| Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
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| Try not to think about it anymore
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| Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
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| Anymore, no not anymore
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| No, it didn’t work out
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| No, it didn’t work out the way we thought it would
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| No, it didn’t work out
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| An arranged marriage is not so good
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| Thank God it’s you
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| Y’know your timing is impeccable
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| I’m not fooling you
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Some dude just knocked me cold
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| And left me on the sidewalk
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| Took everything I had
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| Everything I had
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| Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
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| Try not to think about it anymore
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| It’s getting late where you are, Alice Childress
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| Anymore, no not anymore |