| (I will lay laid open… I will lay laid open
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| I do it 'cause I’m a family man)
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| Well, I met her at a hard grave
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| A heatwave, handshake way
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| But the Carmex stayed
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| Come back, do not answer the door
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| Oh, we met up like a ski team
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| 10 feet out
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| With a cane man’s clout
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| (My place of clear water)
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| With a beat in now
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| And the walls turned in
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| And your chest came out
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| 'Cause you weren’t too scared
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| Not amounting to your mother or your father
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| It’s the memory of future 'gainst thee
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| As the passing end of the ashes hits the ground that you weep
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| And you’ll know we’ll need a minute to repair
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| So when you teach, you better teach 'em to share
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| So when they’re standing by a river, you won’t have to say:
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| «You panicked on me»
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| Oh, we met up at the High Line
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| Great park
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| Rose bark birch
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| And the two stich hurt
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| You had this torn 'Pac tee
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| And some horrible knees
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| Still standing fast
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| You always put your heart on your back
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| And we rose up above the G league
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| In a Teepee gloss
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| Where your tea leaves, boss?
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| Well, I got your back now
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| Not amounting to your mother or your father
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| It’s the memory of future 'gainst thee
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| As the passing end of the ashes hits the ground that you weep
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| And you’ll know we’ll need a minute to repair
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| So when you teach, you better teach 'em to share
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| So when you’re standing by a river, you won’t have to say:
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| «You panicked on me»
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| 'Cause now I’m a devotee
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| I’m a devotee
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| I do it 'cause I’m a family man
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| I will lay laid open
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| I will lay laid open |