| I went down an empty lane, searching for a song
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| Came back an empty man
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| My whiskers they hung long
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| Lord, they hung long
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| I guess I am your native son
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| Despite my queer disguise
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| But I keep all I can call my own
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| In the bags beneath my eyes, underneath my eyes
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| Oh, Miss Meri, don’t despair
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| We got ways to numb your pain
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| Same old story, blood sweat glory
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| Just hope all your trials weren’t in vain
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| To all my so-called countrymen
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| Who bless this stolen ground
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| Is Jesus gonna pick you up
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| When your hunger weighs you down?
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| When it weighs you down
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| Mama, come and save me
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| Nothing’s sacred anymore
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| What good was living for?
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| And I been wondering just who misplaced my soul
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| There’s pockets in my holes
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| And way out on the open plains, men pave beneath the sun
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| The great suburban dawn, if you build it they will come
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| Build it they will come, build it they will come
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| Oh, Miss Meri, don’t despair
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| We got ways to numb your pain
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| Same old story, blood sweat glory
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| I just hope all your trials weren’t in vain
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| I went down an empty lane, searching for a song
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| Came back an empty man
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| My whiskers they hung long
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| Lord, they hung long, Lord, they hung long |