| I went right back home
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| You would have done the same
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| (You'd) Never wash your hands
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| If you knew they’d dig up dirt again
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| It took a drought
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| To wash her out
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| So i watched the sun
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| That slapped the rain
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| Until we all knew she’d go down the drain
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| They’re the jacks of all trades
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| The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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| They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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| I told you so
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| Uh-oh
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| I got a runnin' start and
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| During my second wind
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| Stirred up all the dust
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| With an iron fist and her hair brush
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| It was the prettiest picture you ever saw
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| The prettiest picture not on the wall
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| I heard a voice
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| Covered my eyes
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| Wore a big smile when we dropped like flies
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| They’re the jacks of all trades
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| The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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| They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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| I told you so
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| I went right back home
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| You would’ve done the same
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| Don’t dare wash your hands
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| We both know they’ll dig up dirt again
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| I got a runnin' start
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| And during my second wind had a fit
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| Like the bitter son of abraham
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| Hold your breath
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| Did you see the light?
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| Or did your cold shoulder leave us in the ice?
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| They’re the jacks of all trades
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| The fruits of our labors were laid out to rot
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| They danced and sang to the song of amazing grace
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| I told you so
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| Uh-oh |