| Did you ever see anyone
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| did you ever known anyone
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| speech trial come and lead my palms
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| soil pressed to the knees and below
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| because standing tall will make you grow
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| but only sharp eyes ever know
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| (Slip out your arrows in tongues
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| sleepin in the streets
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| Oh I, I’ll dance on that cross)
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| Tell me where we plan to be That sugar met the cinnamon (baby) boys
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| born a gentleman
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| Only love for everyone
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| My piano begs to take him home
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| But he’s got those keys in his nose
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| that dance about in skipping views
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| got my only son feeling so low
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| (Slip out your arrows in tongues
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| sleepin in the streets
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| Oh I, I’ll dance on that cross)
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| I’ll be digging up these crops like snails licking,
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| leaving lips like
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| living trails
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| bodies dragging down against the earth they
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| said «don't you squeal I know a pig when I sees one
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| coming up about the bend its a long and quiet
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| road ahead still they’re talking
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| and always moving while we’re sleeping
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| did you ever see anyone
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| (Slip out your arrows in tongues
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| sleepin in the streets
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| Oh I, I’ll dance on that cross)
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| did you ever know or plan to tell me where we plan to be… |