| Tell your folks that I get out today
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| And how your man thirsts
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| And how his mind works
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| And tell the kids that I am here to stay
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| And tell your new one
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| That he is my son
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| Can’t you feel it? |
| Your hometown hero is home, babe
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| It’s Independence Day
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| Can’t you see the rockets, the red glare?
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| And all her dreamers
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| And party streamers
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| I’d rather be with you here than anywhere
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| It felt like a century
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| In the penitentiary
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| Can’t you feel it? |
| Your hometown hero is home, babe
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| It’s Independence Day
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| Can’t you feel it? |
| Your hometown hero is home, babe
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| Can almost taste it, the whole town’s amazin'
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| Threw your man his own parade
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| You crack one face at a Pirates game
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| They don’t care who you are, they just put you away
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| Can’t you feel it? |
| That hometown spirit is home, babe
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| (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| It’s Independence Day |