| A weed believes the garden
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| Sunday clothes don’t fool me
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| The sky is full of our prayer, prayer
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| When you were making moonlight
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| The mall cops in Mobile
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| The night fell from their eyes, from their eyes
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| This is borrowed stone
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| I’d help you let your hair down
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| Point to birds, then you’d say, «Bang, bang»
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| The sun left every evening
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| Good grass was dying
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| You drew your dawn on the world, on the world
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| Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
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| Or walking into water after dark
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| Your papa saw me coming
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| Blood knows when it’s worth it
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| All you said, you said like a song, a song
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| Jesus left a best friend
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| Mine says forget her
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| His field is waiting for wind, for the wind
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| Mobile had your moonlight
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| But the line cook had candy
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| You let him blow your candle a bit
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| (Hoo hoo hoo, hahaha)
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| Ring a bell that’s broken
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| That sound is loud inside us
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| Flowing farther away, far away
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| Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
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| Or walking into water after dark
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| Love can last a lifetime
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| This is Alabama
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| And a wheel is forgiving the road, the road
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| Now you’re making music
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| For beautiful people by the sea
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| Who don’t need a song, need a song
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| Tenderness to you was only talk about a bruise
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| This is Alabama |