| All around this town, they’re running from the morgue to the pharmacy
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| Sentimental goals, I’m doing it for the love, tenderly
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| Mama’s in the hall, you look just the same
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| Catch me when I fall
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| Somewhere in this town, a baby’s being born accidentally
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| Still glad to be alive, but planning to go back in there eventually
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| You should thank the neighbourhood for the memories
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| If you don’t then somebody should
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| Here’s the final word, this is the last resort
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| I wanna run for president but I’m too short
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| You’re bound to reproduce under my family tree
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| They say that you’re a slutty girl, well then let’s see
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| Them creepers—they judge me
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| Them breeders—they made me
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| Them cultures—harvest me
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| Believers—they plague me
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| When I die, I will think of you Amy
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| Why am I stuck under my family tree?
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| I’m stuck under my family tree |