Downstairs they're playing Kenton
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The house set to swing
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I lay in my bed
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And listen to everything
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Cause Leo's in rare form tonight
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His trombone sings so sweet
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This is the room
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Where they all come to meet
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He said
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I do what I can
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I live for the moment
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And that's who I am
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Yeah that's who I am
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And isn't it good
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If we could freeze moments in time
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We all would
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But I do what I can
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I do what I can
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Downstairs he's playing Kenton
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The Magnavox sighs
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But oh how the music has changed
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In all of our lives
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He says "nobody listens
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To modern jazz"
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And I'll never have what those guys have
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He says
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I do what I can
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I work for a living
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And that's who I am
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Yeah that's who I am
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And it's good to be alive
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But everything's different since Leo died
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I do what I can
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Is this the end of the modern world
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What could it mean for a young girl
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Who sees the pain on his face
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He does what he can
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The procession on the TV screen
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What could it possibly mean for a man
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Who's come this far just to turn around
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Could there still be life in Kenton's swing
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With the Kennedys gone and everything
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Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors
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Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers
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Riots down the street and discontented mothers
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We do what we can
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Downstairs it's quiet
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Less alive somehow
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Somehow he was everything that I am now
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And he says
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I do what I can
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I work for a living
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And that's who I am
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And that's who I am
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But it's good to be alive
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And these are the choices
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We make to survive
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You do what you can
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We Do What We Can
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| Sheryl Crow |
