| Seven in the morn' step on the floor
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| Walk into the kitchen and you open the door
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| There ain’t much left in the bottle of juice
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| Because the seeds that you planted never reproduced
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| Computer still runnin'
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| But your mind has crashed
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| Because the plans that you made never came to pass
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| Now you reconizin' the times is hard
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| When you tryin' to take a bite out of your ATM card
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| Everyone deserves music, sweet music
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| Everyone deserves music, sweet music
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| Even our worst enemies Lord, they deserves music, music
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| Even the quiet ones in our family, they deserve music
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| Ginny’s home life wouldn’t stabilize
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| At the age of 15 learned to drink and drive
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| No one ever could seem to empathize
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| Makin' babies in the back seat on tranquilizers
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| Papa never was much a rolling stone see
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| He just like to sit and drink alone
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| Mama always tried to do the best she could
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| She would work all day and then come home to cook but
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| We all vain, we all strange
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| We all drained, we all love to just complain
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| But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see
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| We got shame, we got pain
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| We got blame, we all a little bit insane
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| So that’s why I sing this song ya know because
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| So I pray for them and I’ll play for them
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| So I pray for them and I’ll play for them
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| We all vain, we all strange
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| We all drained, we all love to just complain
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| But nobody wants to seem to get along, ya see
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| We got shame, we got pain
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| We got blame, we all a little bit insane
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| So that’s why I sing this song ya know because |