| I met a girl that lived in Blue Hills
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| She said her name was Beverly
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| She had a smile that’d make a man’s heart melt
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| One gold tooth she could not hide from me
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| I said girl it breaks my heart to wonder
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| Why you walk these streets alone
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| Why you sell your body in the shadows
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| There’s just one thing I need to know
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| Where do you hide your heart and soul
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| She said
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| She told me
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| Too short to give up
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| Away at school he would read her letters
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| How he was his momma’s pride and joy
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| But like the fate of many others
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| The virus took his mother
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| And a father’s drunken silence leaves a lost and wayward boy
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| Free souls that for all the best intentions
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| Are just another sad tale this cruel world will tell
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| Where the best intentions are good for nothing more
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| Than to pave a road to hell
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| Still they hears a voice
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| Like a faint and distant bell
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| Saying
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| She told him
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| Too short, too short
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| This life, too short, too short
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| This life, is just too short to give up
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| Too short, too short
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| Too short
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| Tattooed arms
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| Clutching a weathered Bible
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| From a prison cell they put him on the street
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| To spread his message of revival
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| To every lost and lonely soul
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| Every broken heart he meets
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| On every crowded street corner
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| In the gutters of defeat
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| He tells them
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| He told them
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| There is a light that shines for us
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| And one everlasting love that lifts us up
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| This life, it was too short to give up
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| It was too short, was too short
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| Too short
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| Too short to give up
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| Too short, too short
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| Too short, too short
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| Too short, too short
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| Too short, too short
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| Too short, too short |