| I always wonder why my mama left town
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| New Haven ain’t a bag of salt
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| When nobody knows your name
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| You look so different over the phone
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| Seven states away they’re doin', doin'
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| The strange fruit swing
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| When they come down
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| You have to leave town
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| I am
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| Too tough to die
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| I am
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| Too tough to die
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| Blessed are those who believe
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| Who believe and have not seen
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| I wasn’t there
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| And it’s got me wondering
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| And the man you make then and now
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| He’s burning
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| School’s are learning you can’t unlearn
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| No room to turn
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| Let alone run
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| And I am
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| Too tough to die
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| I am
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| Too tough to die
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| It’s in their eyes, it’s unspoken
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| Don’t even know they’re out to do you harm
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| Can’t even see the pulse beating
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| In the axle of your arm
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| Outlaw wearin' diamond patches
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| Of sunlight on his coat
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| Livin' in a cage, make a 7 time daddy
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| Lose his mind to roam
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| Derision’s a cold wind against my skin
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| You keep a-flayin 'til there’s no skin at all
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| What’s to hold it together
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| When you stumble and you fall
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| I am
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| Too tough to die
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| I am
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| Too tough to die |