| Sometimes I think about my sister
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| Sometimes I think about myself
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| Well she’s this born-again christian
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| And me well I don’t believe in anything
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| I called her on the phone the other day
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| My lover-bug was so far away
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| Sometimes I think about my sister
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| Sometimes I think about myself
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| Sometimes I cry about my sister
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| Sometimes I cry about myself…
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| I think my dad was a racist
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| Or maybe he was just an ignorant who knows
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| Well he thought all black people stole from you
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| And he didn’t like mexicans, he didn’t care for jews, no, no
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| Still I wish he was alive today
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| So we could go off to a dodger game and talk
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| Well I’ll tell him what I believe
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| And he’ll just sit there and listen to the, yin and change
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| Because blood is thicker than water
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| Oh yea, blood is thicker than water
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| At least that’s what they say, ah that’s what they say
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| But I don’t know, yea I don’t know
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| Well my friends they’re important to me
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| Sure more than any family ever has been
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| They’re the ones that bailed me out of jail
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| They’re the ones that picked me up every time I failed
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| Well I love them and they love me
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| And they don’t worry if I’m not what they want me to be
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| Ah 'cause blood is thicker than water
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| Oh yea, blood is thicker than water
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| At least that’s what they say, that’s what they say
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| But I don’t know, yea I don’t know
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| I swore I’d never ever be like my dad
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| He smoked and drank and yelled at everyone
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| I swore I’d never ever be like him
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| But now i look in the mirror and there he is, yeah
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| I swore I’d never ever be like him
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| I swore I’d never ever be like him
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| But, blood is thicker than water
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| Oh yea, blood is thicker than water
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| At least that’s what they say, that’s what they say
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| But I don’t know, yea I don’t know
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| Is blood thicker than water? |