| Now that I know
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| The way it goes
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| You gotta pay back every penny that you owe
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| Twelve years old
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| In your mama’s clothes
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| Shut the blinds and lock up every door
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| And if you hear
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| Someone’s comin near
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| Just close your eyes and make them disappear now
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| Years away
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| Finds me here today
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| On my own, always on my way now
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| So I send my friends
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| Gifts from where I’ve been
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| Something for the hand they’re never there to lend
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| Better keep those eyes
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| Climbing paradise
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| And don’t pretend you won’t reach it in the end now
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| Dearest dear
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| I know you been here
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| Why’d you run tell me why’d you disappear now
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| That you’re not
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| Here with me
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| Seems to be the only time that I can see you clearly
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| I may not know
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| How to treat or give you what you need
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| But I am a gentleman who says what he means now
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| And now I sing
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| Upon my knees
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| And praise the kindness of a gentle breeze
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| I see it swell
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| Like a story in me to tell
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| Told years away and past my baby dying
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| So you raise them up
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| To heaven always hell
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| They’re unaware, share, give a hand to help son
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| Oh you give them away
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| But they’ll come back to you someday
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| Wanna know why nobody was ever there to help them
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| And no it ain’t fair
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| And if God forbid you care
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| It’s enough to get you in a whole lotta trouble
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| Oh realize
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| It ain’t wise to idealize
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| Or put your life in the hands of any struggle
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| Never renounce
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| Or ever claim to be
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| And never buy that freedom just ain’t free now
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| Ella sang
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| Sifting in the sand
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| Like a hymn within to help us understand
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| Heaven awaits
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| We’re making our last stand
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| Glory bound and sparrow in our hand |