| Not even fair to box away those old faces
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| Not even close to the way it was then
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| When everyone would stay away from you
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| How everyone would stay away from you
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| And I don’t remember
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| How just the way the water fell down there
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| Could make you cry
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| Half these embers flew away into the dry brushes
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| They were taken by the fire
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| That sound drifting off outside
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| There’s an unlight drizzle going on
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| That sound, faucets off
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| Hang me out the window
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| No resolve
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| That sound drifting off outside
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| There’s and unlight drizzle
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| Going on
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| For every piece of rice that falls
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| That sound
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| Another one falls in your shorts
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| Drifting off outside
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| Eliminate the stasis burden
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| There’s and unlight drizzle
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| Eliminate the stasis burden
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| Going on
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| If everyone was like Lou Rawls
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| That sound
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| Then no more guys would sing with drawls
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| Drifting off outside
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| Relax, the god’s alright
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| There’s an unlight drizzle
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| Relax, the god’s alright
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| Going on
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| When everyone would stay away fom you
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| That sound drifting off outside
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| And everyone stays away fom you
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| There’s an unlight drizzle going on |