| My family left the city in the year 2004
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| Yeah, the bishop spun my mother around
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| And pushed her out the door
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| And the blindfold was tied, a double-knot
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| She’s peeking out in the Goodwill parking lot
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| Lewis was the only friend I made for all that year
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| His father’d watch cartoons
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| And construct castles from empty cans of beer
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| After work for the MDSHA
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| The sun danced off his reflector vest all day
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| And everything was fine (Everything)
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| And everything was good (Was good)
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| And everything was…
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| Pretty okay!
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| Lewis let us skateboard to meet Jay so I could see
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| His darkened room all full of porn and ICP CDs
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| The Hewlett-Packard glow, the double-dare
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| The model in his desktop background bare
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| We rode home and climbed the hill to Lewis' double-wide
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| His father asked if he had filled that hole in the backyard
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| He said no and I followed to his room
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| His mother’s steady stream of filtered cigarette smoke loomed
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| We sat down on his bed; |
| the sunset gave way to the stars
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| Then Lewis taught me how to play guitar
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| And everything was fine (Everything)
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| And everything was good (Was good)
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| And everything was…
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| Pretty okay
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| Everything was fine
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| Oh, everything was good
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| And everything was…
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| Pretty okay!
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| Lewis failed in algebra; |
| he failed in English too
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| He had no middle name and no desire to go to college
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| So he’d sit and wait patiently to leave
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| Pretending to be listening carefully |