Poor Jeremiah,
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His body is broken,
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Lying in the alley where he fell.
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His head is racing home,
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To the hill of California,
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Poor Jeremiah weed.
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He¡¯s got his friends,
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He¡¯s got his devices,
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He got no need for you.
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No need for sympathy,
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No need for surprises,
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Poor Jeremiah weed.
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Well I know, when it comes to those,
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The paint he laid down never fade,
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I hope Jeremiah knows,
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That¡¯s the way it goes,
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The Son will find no shame upon him
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Poor Jeremiah,
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Seven pockets stuffed with empty
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People walking everywhere,
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But no one says a word.
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He¡¯s tried killing time,
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But it won¡¯t sit still,
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Poor Jeremiah weed.
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Well I know, when it comes to those,
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The paint he laid down never fade,
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I hope Jeremiah knows,
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That¡¯s the way it goes,
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The Son will find no shame upon him.
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Poor Jeremiah
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All hail the Holy Roller
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A winner in the city
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Make you think you¡¯re in hell
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It¡¯s hard to believe
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He was laughing at you
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Poor Jeremiah weed
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Oh, poor Jeremiah weed.
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Oh poor Jeremiah weed.
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Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
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Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
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Poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah, poor Jeremiah weed
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(fades)
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Jeremiah Weed
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| Gary Jules |
