| If it please the court I’ve had a lot to say
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| And it’s not always been true
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| Standing here before you, judge
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| I make my pledge of truth to you
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| The waves came over the bow
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| The decks awash with running green and foam
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| Back there at the wheel I was terrified
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| Next day we first saw home
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| My relatives came over on the Mayflower
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| Landed on the shore almost alone
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| Now that damn traffic today is terrible
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| And everywhere I look I see people alone
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| Alone with their heads looking in their hands
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| Lost in the conversation stare
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| Walking with their eyes looking at the screen
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| Talking like they were really there
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| I’m lost in this new generation
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| Left me behind it seems
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| Listening to the shadow of Jimi Hendrix
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| «Purple Haze», sounding like TV
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| I stepped on someone’s hand laying on the street
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| Both asleep and dead it may seem
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| He didn’t even move there on the sidewalk
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| I stood there staring in a dream
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| She came along in her uniform
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| Stood moving me away with a gentle hand
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| Dressed in white like a nightingale
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| Her name was Florence, Florence of the Land
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| (I knew I’d seen her somewhere)
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| I knew I’d seen her somewhere
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| But she was busy with him gone
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| She came with three different brothers
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| Abraham, Martin and John
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| I heard a song about that once
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| And I never knew what it meant
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| Three stars died in a plane one night
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| Rock and Roll, the message that was sent
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| I couldn’t wrap my head around it
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| Didn’t know what it meant
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| Standing there on that sandy beach
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| Watching it turn to cement
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| Now I don’t see all the colors
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| And I might miss some of their beauty
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| But I do see what I see
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| And I want to do my duty
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| Enlisted in the Navy at the corner store
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| They had a recruiting booth
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| I covered my heart and raised my hand
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| And swore it was the truth
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| That’s my pledge
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| That’s my pledge
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| That’s my pledge, judge
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| That’s my pledge |