| I never been to London
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| You never been to Spain
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| I never been to war, you never been to prison
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| But we never been the same
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| After all is said and done
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| There was so much more to relate
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| Now the world will never know
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| Just what it lost that day
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| Give me some hotdamn
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| Give me some birdman
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| Give me some Proud Mary
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| The one with Claudia Lennear
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| Give me that mixtape
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| Give me those school days
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| Give me some hard cider, the one we did not mean to make
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| I was never beaten down like you were
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| I got to grow up in your wake
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| Momma always protected you
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| And dad was my ticket away
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| And after all that was said and done
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| There was so much more to relate
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| Now the world will never know
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| Just what it lost that day
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| Give me some hotdamn
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| Give me some birdman
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| Give me some Proud Mary, the one with Claudia Lennear
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| Give me that mixtape
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| Give me those school days
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| Give me some hard cider, the one we did not mean to make
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| In prison there was more drugs than I ever seen
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| And they let me stay out all night and trip the starlight 'til my soul was clean
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| And when I got out, I began my journey to the east
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| As they were filling you up with pills
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| Give me some hotdamn
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| Give me some birdman
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| Give me some Proud Mary
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| The one with Claudia Lennear
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| Give me that mixtape
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| Give me those school days
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| Give me some hard cider, the one we did not mean to make
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| Give me that long skate
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| Give me that heartache
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| Give me some Proud Mary the one with Claudia Lennear
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| Give me that penalty kill
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| Give me some big chill
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| Oh, you be Dignan Redding and I’ll be Atticus Cobain |