| All the kids run around playing free and fun, while the dogs lap around the can
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| Falling down, climbing trees, swimming in the river, no life jacket on their
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| backs
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| Daughters sharpen their knives and they hunt for food, others watch their
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| children grow
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| Mothers going to work and they shake the hands of a corporate tycoon’s ghost
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| And I’m afraid (ahhhh)
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| I’m so afraid (ahhhh)
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| What if I lose?
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| Is what I think to myself
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| I’m fine in my shell
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| I’m afraid of it all, afraid of loving you
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| I’m a gift and a curse to the wilderness when the leaves only turn to brown
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| The birds fly high and they wink at all of the grandmothers on the ground
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| Rain pours down in the village dens, my cousins fetch for lunch
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| While I sit in my room writing letters to my church and things and such
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| 'Cause I’m afraid (ahhhh)
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| I’m so afraid (ahhhh)
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| What if I lose?
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| Is what I think to myself
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| I’m fine in my shell
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| I’m afraid of it all, afraid of loving you
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| Cousins all in the creek
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| Riding high, ride with zeal
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| And the rain pours down, the ghetto dancin', yeah
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| I’m so afraid (ahhhh)
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| I’m so afraid (ahhhh)
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| What if I lose?
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| Is what I think to myself
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| I’m fine in my shell
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| I’m afraid of it all, afraid of loving you
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| I’m afraid, afraid of loving you
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| Cousins all in the creek
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| Riding high, ride with zeal
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| And the rain pours down, the ghetto dancin', yeah |