| Come on, force it down
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| I’m imagining
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| Come on, force it down
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| I’m imagining
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| Imagining a place where homes are built on frames
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| And where they plant new bulbs along our graves
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| Each year with the fall
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| Each year with the fall
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| Each year
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| And if you think you might
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| Yes, but if it’s not so bright
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| But if you’re a part of my
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| Whole life
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| Silhouettes in a window frame
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| Better run if it’s Boo’s old man
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| He won’t know if you’re white
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| Oh, in the night
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| Coverin' a fault with
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| Trials and coy displays
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| Coverin' a fault with
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| Trials and coy displays
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| If it isn’t worth the time to
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| Find out how we go
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| About recalling all the ways
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| And the reasons are for
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| Each year with the fall
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| Each year with the fall
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| Each year
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| And if you think you might
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| Yes, but if it’s not so bright
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| But if you’re a part of my
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| Whole life
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| Silhouettes in a window frame
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| Better run if it’s Boo’s old man
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| He won’t know if you’re white
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| Oh, in the night
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| Vapor lamps in a parking light
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| You can’t see when it’s much too dark
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| All that mist in your eyes
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| Oh, in the night
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| in 80 years isn’t enough time
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| or 50 more isn’t more enough
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| Oh
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| To right the wrongs
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| What you’re hiding in your back yard
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| Is turning innocence to apathy
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| And accusations at another man
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| Oh
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| 'Cause you don’t have a prayer
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| To put your life into a Christian’s hands
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| Never mind what your daughter is taught in school
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| What she remembers is
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| What she has learned from you
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| Silhouettes in a window frame
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| Better run if it’s Boo’s old man
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| He won’t know if you’re white
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| Oh, in the night
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| Vapor lamps in a parking lot
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| You can’t see when it’s much too dark
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| All that mist in your eyes
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| Oh, in the night |