| Jan was a cross turned upside down
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| She would hang like a thunder in the sky
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| I only kissed a few gals in this town
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| My dad still calls me wondering why
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| But I’ve been half asleep since sundown
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| Half awake since Sunday night
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| And I don’t think I have an answer
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| For the good ones in my life
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| (We had a few things to get right)
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| So we stuck around town until we got bored
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| We traded James Brown for the same ol' Lord
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| And packed our backpacks full of four hundred miles of road
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| We stumbled through our teens toward a bus
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| That took us through Cabrini Green to the bars
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| Where the babes throw up on piles of gold and yea I know
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| A pile of gold ain’t going to get you to the land
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| Where the light from your babysitter’s cigarette goes
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| It may someday Lord
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| But I’ve been half asleep since sundown
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| I’ve been half awake since Sunday night
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| And I forgot which road crosses which road
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| Where to meet my man to get my money right
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| So I crawled back into the graveyard
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| Where I woke this morning shoveling up the day
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| And I whispered to the body by me that I dig her
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| But don’t love her in that way
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| 'Cause I got folks to pay and other folks to say
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| The things that got me feeling mixed up
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| And I got other folks to pay and my friends to say
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| «Hey man I heard you got your dick sucked» Hallelujah
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| Had an angel cut my hair off
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| And a landlord put a price out on my head
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| And the New York Times didn’t come today
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| But I heard my older brother say that «God is dead»
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| And my sister said that she heard the same
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| And then my mother came and she put us all to bed
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| So turn out the lights so early tonight
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| Under the covers we would go searching
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| For an answer for the good ones in our lives
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| Tiny dancer I ain’t looking for a wife
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| Just an answer for the good ones in our lives
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| Just an answer for the good ones left tonight |