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4th of July
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Music & Lyrics: John Popper
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Well she hated the 4th of July
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Bombs bursting in air, and she'd never know why
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She'd keep me up all night, too terrified to cry
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Oh yes, she hated 4th of July
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Don't you be scared, don't you start to shake
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Go back to sleep because I am wide awake
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I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere tonight
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Feel my hand, I'm gonna hold you till the early light
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And when the thunder clapped, she'd run to me afraid
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She tried to be brave, but she couldn't figure out the terrible sound it made
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I was smarter, but she just couldn't see
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And when the thunder clapped, she'd always run to me
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Don't you be scared, don't you start to shake
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Go back to sleep because I am wide awake
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I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere tonight
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Feel my hand, I'm gonna hold you till the early light
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Oh yes, she loved the world on a crisp, autumn day
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The leaves would turn her color, the children were at play
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Sit on hilltops with her, she'd smile as if to say
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You couldn't touch the world when autumn comes this way
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And I don't believe she cared for getting old
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The limbs move a little slower, the hearing just goes cold
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One day she looked at me through a gray haired eye
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And I couldn't believe she was telling me good bye
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Don't you be scared, don't you start to shake
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Go back to sleep because I am wide awake
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I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere tonight
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Feel my hand, I'm gonna hold you till the early light
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And I do believe her soul was rich and blue
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We taught each other lessons, lessons that we knew
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When we kept growing, there was nothing we could do
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But I loved her and I know she loved me too
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Now you can call me a sentimental fool
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But I learned more from her than I ever did in school
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I still get apprehensive, I still remember why
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When the thunder claps or it's the 4th of July
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Don't you be scared, don't you start to shake
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Go back to sleep because I am wide awake
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I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere tonight
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Feel my hand, I'm gonna hold you till the early light
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Oh yes she hated the 4th of July
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4th of July
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Blues Traveler |