| April 2nd 1939, the stars is in line
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| Divine intervention at it’s own intention
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| Birthed a gift
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| In this DC kid
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| He sung heavenly
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| Good values and all
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| And his father was in the ministry
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| God fearing man with a mother that’s so beautiful
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| The angels would serve her
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| What’s her name?
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| It’s Alberta
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| This little boy quickly became a man
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| From blowing in his father’s church
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| To making his own band
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| Called the Moonglows
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| Sensational with his vocals
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| That drove the ladies crazy
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| Panties got thrown at his shows
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| But he was far from happy
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| He wore a smile just to hide it behind them doors
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| Him and his father constantly colliding
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| Marvin, the sound of your voice
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| Sets fire my soul
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| What a glory to be hold
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| Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
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| I just hope you’re happy now
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| Destined for greatness
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| Counting his blessings
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| Young’uns struggling with pressures
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| That the fact that his pops was a cross dresser
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| But he still loved him
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| You know the bond between his son and father
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| That only pushed him and forced him to sing harder
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| His main man Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car
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| Believed his sound
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| And took him down to Motown y’all
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| That’s where it all happened
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| Success in the palm of his hand
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| But unfortunate the fame wasn’t enough
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| He wanted more out of life
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| Took it further and found himself a wife
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| Pretty Anna Gordy
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| She made his time sit still
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| She was the cousin of Barry G
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| The founder of Hitsville
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| Please pay attention because the story it gets ill
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| Shit’s real
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| Trials and tribulations son’s facing
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| You gotta play the cards you’re dealt
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| Ain’t no telling what life deals
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| Death will cause you to have night chills
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| Enough to keep a nigga bothered
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| Especially when the negatives start coming from your father
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| Marvin, the sound of your voice
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| Sets fire my soul
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| What a glory to be hold
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| Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
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| I just hope you’re happy now
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| Money, women and drugs came into play
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| Now wouldn’t you know
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| There goes another happy home down the drain
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| That night life had him speeding through hell
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| Scarred by the death of Tammy Terell
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| Couldn’t believe it, he spiraled downhill
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| Secluding himself
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| From the music and the press
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| He was sick and really getting depressed
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| Time passed so he bounced back on track
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| New and improved
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| Even got himself a new wife too
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| Everything is on the up and up
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| Got his act together spiritually he claims
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| You could see the glow up on this fella
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| Tried to make amends with his father
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| But the hatred is too strong
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| Revolver in his palm
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| The warning that death was close
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| His mother screaming out «Honey don’t do it!»
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| One shot to the chest made Marvin lose fluids
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| April 1st he died on the spot
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| The scene was so horrific
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| How a father could kill his own son
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| Defines wicked
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| Marvin, the sound of your voice
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| Sets fire my soul
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| What a glory to be hold
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| Marvin, my heart, my heart still wonders how
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| I just hope you’re happy now
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| Marvin
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| Marvin
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| It’s the sound of the music
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| Marvin
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| Marvin
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| Marvin |