| Carlos and Carmen Vidal just had a child
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| A lovely girl with a crooked smile
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| Now they gotta split 'cause the Bronx ain’t fit
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| For a kid to grow up in
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| Let’s find a place they say, somewhere far away
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| With no blacks, no Jews and no gays
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I, I, I, I, I, I, I
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| Poppy and the family left the dirty streets
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| To find a quiet place overseas
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| And year after year the kid has to hear
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| The do’s and don’ts and the dears
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| And when she’s ten years old she digs that rock’n’roll
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| But Poppy bans it from the home
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I (could be me, could be you)
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I, I, I, I, I, I, I
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| Baby, she turns out to be a natural freak
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| Gaining weight and losing sleep
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| And when she’s sweet sixteen, she packs her things and leaves
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| With a man she met on the street
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| Carmen starts to bawl, bangs her head to the wall
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| Too much love is worse than none at all
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I, I, I, I, I, I, I
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| (Solo)
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| Carlos and Carmen Vidal just had a child
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| A lovely girl with a crooked smile
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| Now they gotta split 'cause the Bronx ain’t fit
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| For a kid to grow up in
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| Let’s find a place they say, somewhere far away
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| With no blacks, no Jews and no gays
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| There but for the grace of God, there go I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I, I, I, I, I, I, I. |