| Mama and Papa Vidal just had a child
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| A lovely girl with a crooked smile
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| Now they gotta split 'cause the bronx ain’t fit
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| For kid to grow up in
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| Let’s find a place they say, somewhere far away
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| With no blacks, no Jews and no gays
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| But for the grace of God, oh, go I
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| Oh, I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I I I I I I I I I!
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| Poppa and the family left the dirty streets
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| To find a quiet place overseas
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| And year after year the kid has to hear
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| The do’s and the don’ts and the dears
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| And when she’s ten years old she digs that rock 'n' roll
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| But Poppy bans it from the home
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| But for the grace of God, oh, go I
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| Oh, I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I I I I I I I I I!
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| Soon she turns out to be a natural freak
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| Popping pills and smoking weed
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| And when she’s sweet sixteen she leaves her big family
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| With a man she met on the streets
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| Mama starts to bawl, bangs her head to the wall
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| Too much love is worse than none at all!
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| But for the grace of God, oh, go I
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| Oh, I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I I I I I I I I I!
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| Mama and Papa Vidal just had a child
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| A lovely girl with a crooked smile
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| Now they gotta split 'cause the bronx ain’t fit
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| For kid to grow up in
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| Let’s find a place they say, somewhere far away
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| With no blacks, no Jews and no gays
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| But for the grace of God, oh, go I
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| Oh, I
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| There but for the grace of God, oh go I I I I I I I I I! |