| I may never like your shoes
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| You may never like mine
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| We may never be all cheers drinkin' beers
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| Arm in arm singin' Auld Lang Syne
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| But maybe we can meet somewhere in the middle
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| Like strings 'tween a fiddle and a bow
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| You need a paddle on the left, paddle on the right
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| 'Cause we’re all in the same damn boat
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| It’s a bad seed to sow, it’s a dead end road when ya go there
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| Makin' any headway that way ain’t got no prayer
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| When we ain’t here no more
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| And we’re all going through the same door
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| Now wakin' up and puttin' that smile on
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| Beats the hell out of waking up dead
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| That ain’t how grandpa was
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| But it is what he always said
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| Stick a stubborn hillbilly
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| In the middle of the city
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| Gotta learn how not to throw stones
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| He didn’t live long enough to hear this song
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| But he lived long enough to know
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| It’s a bad seed to sow, it’s a dead end road when ya go there
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| Makin' any headway that way ain’t got no prayer
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| It’s a bad seed to sow, it’s a dead end road when ya go there
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| Makin' any headway that way ain’t got no prayer
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| Hatin' somebody ain’t never got nobody nowhere
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| When we ain’t here no more
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| And we’re all going through the same door
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| When we ain’t here no more
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| We’re all going somewhere
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| And we’re all going through the same door |