| All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers
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| We’re the neighbor kids they always shooed away
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| We’re on that team that always lose
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| With weak paychecks and weekend blues
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| With bills that come that we’ll forget to pay
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| You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound
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| The sound she makes when she calls out your name
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| So slow down and hear that low sound
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| And learn to love the clatter of her chains
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| Stay true to me Divine Lorraine
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| We’re the one’s whose works you put your name on
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| The ones who said those lyrics that you stole
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| You do the crime we do the time
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| You dirty fuckers steal my shine
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| Pretty soon we’ll be out on parole
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| But the middle of the road takes a toll
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| You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound
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| The sound she makes when she calls out your name
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| So slow down and hear that low sound
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| And learn to love the clatter of her chains
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| Stay true to me Divine Lorraine
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| You get ground so down that you’ll forget the sound
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| The sound she makes when she calls out your name
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| So slow down and hear that low sound
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| And learn to love the clatter of her chains
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| Stay true to me Divine Lorraine
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| All my friends got dirt beneath their fingers
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| We scratch our little grooves into the grain
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| Mama said you can be anything
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| So I made a song that we could sing
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| And I wash the dirt off dancing in the rain
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| And learned to love the clatter of her chains
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| Stay true to me Divine Lorraine
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| Stay true to me Divine Lorraine |