i'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive
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and locates a time and a place
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like a dinner table where a whole family
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is just sitting down to say grace
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an old old song that moves into action
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taking its sweet sweet time
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and waits until we all say amen
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again and again in rhyme
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it's the story of a father and a mother
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who battle each other over nothin'
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with a couple of kids trying to figure
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which way the plot's spinning
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who's winning and who is bluffing
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it's a story as common as a penny, son
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it ain't really worth anything to anyone
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poor little sore little song
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that aches like a muscle each time that it moves
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sad little song that you play
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and you play and you play
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and you play 'til you lose
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while history is outside writing a recipe book
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for every earthly pain
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this song is inside finger painting dark swirls
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again and again and they all look the same
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cuz what if you come home from school one day
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and you find your whole family's at war
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and there's this ominous silence just waiting to be broken
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and there's secret places for hiding underneath the floorboards
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and everyone seems to be bracing
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for the subharmonic thunder of the next bomb
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and everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust in
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with their guns drawn
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at the bleak light of dawn
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it's a story as common as a penny, son
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i don't think it's worth anything to anyone
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Old Old Song
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Ani DiFranco |