| If I get murdered in the city
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| Don’t go revenging in my name
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| One person dead from such is plenty
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| No need to go get locked away
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| When I leave your arms
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| The things that I think of
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| No need to get over alarmed
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| I’m coming home
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| I wonder which brother is better
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| Which one our parents loved the most
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| I sure did get in lots of trouble
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| They seemed to let the other go
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| A tear fell from my father’s eyes
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| I wondered what my dad would say
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| He said, «I love you and I’m proud of you both
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| In so many different ways»
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| If I get murdered in the city
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| Go read the letter in my desk
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| Don’t bother with all my belongings
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| Pay attention to the list
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| Make sure my sister knows I loved her
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| Make sure my mother knows the same
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| Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
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| Like the love that let us share our name
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| Always remember there was nothing worth sharing
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| Like the love that let us share our name |