they all smile
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they shake your hand
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they want to know your name
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y ou sit in your mothers room
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look through the window pane
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when they know you're not watching
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they talk behind your back
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they laugh about the lonliness
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of your awkward attack
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attack them in the fences
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attack them in the schoolyard
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wipe your sleeve across your head
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when the canons fire
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someday, many years from here
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where no one else can see
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you'll dig up the things they buried
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and finally set them free
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finally, set them free
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now free them from the schoolyard
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free them from the lunch tray edge
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free them from the canons inside your head
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i don't know why,
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but for some people
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an ordinary day
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just rises up before them
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and it sweeps the past away
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and its a good Life
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from now on
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when i look back at you
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a good life,
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look ahead
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the sky is almost blue
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Evening of my Best Day
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
