| Naomi got married
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| And Flannery became a dancer
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| And Ben got a baby girl
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| 'Fore mama got sick with cancer
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| And Lady believed in something holy
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| So much she went to war
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| Said, «I'm not her, you don’t know me
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| Gone somewhere I ain’t never been before»
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| I’m still here, weaving a tear
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| Into cheap gold, a story told
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| You’ve got a gift, now give it to me
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| And Hail Mary
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| Oh, go long
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| May I never do you wrong
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| And Erin flew off the handle
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| And I went to the funeral
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| For her, I lit many candles
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| She was beautiful, I knew her
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| And Pony made lots of money
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| Turned his soul into gold
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| Said, «Time's a funny motherfucker»
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| Got stolen cooling by the window
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| I’m still here, nursing a beer
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| In some cheap bar
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| And I can’t hear, it’s all white noise
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| So play it, boys
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| And take it, Meg
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| And I cried watching the runners
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| On the sidelines of the marathon
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| And I dreamt my friend was the winner
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| And don’t you know it, babe, he was
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| Oh, I love you, oh, my child
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| How the crowd went dizzy
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| How the crowd went wild
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| And you, my friend, you feel like fire
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| As the speakers boomed a soft Sinatra
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| New York, New York, it’s us this time
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| We’re all winning, we’re alive
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| So Hail Mary
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| Oh, go long
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| Cross my heart, hope I die
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| In your arms |