| The water broke past the levee
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| My heart beats hard and heavy
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| There’s so much more to say
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| But I’m silent for now
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| I’m lost deep in the emotions
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| That hit me just like an ocean
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| That seemed to refreshing once
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| But it’s not for now
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| Because the marching bands will roll
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| I’ll find my city in my soul
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| Because I plan on growing old
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| On the avenue
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| My best friend’s house
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| Lies beneath the teardrops
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| God has bequeathed
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| To add to the pool of rage that I float for now
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| I never thought I would see
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| In my lifetime my memory
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| But fate has a way to show
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| Who’s the boss for now
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| Because the marching bands will roll
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| I’ll find my city in my soul
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| Because I plan on growing old
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| On the avenue
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| And the parades will ride again
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| I’ll see my family and my friends
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| Because this cannot be the end
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| Of the avenue
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| It’s so hard to take this hurt
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| And hide it on a shelf
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| It’s just 'cause I never want
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| To be from somewhere else
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| I never ever will be
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| Deep in my darkest hour
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| Standing alone in the shower
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| I let my emotions go
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| For now
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| Because the marching bands will roll
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| I’ll find my city in my soul
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| Because I plan on growing old
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| On the avenue
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| And the parades will ride again
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| I’ll see my family and my friends
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| Because this will not be the end
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| Of the avenue, alright
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| Yes, all the marching bands will roll
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| And the saints won the Superbowl
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| And there ain’t nowhere else to go
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| But the avenue
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| On the avenue
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| On the avenue |