For the last twenty years,
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She was sure and just waiting to leave.
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She would shake in her sleep,
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And over and over repeat,
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There's plenty of time to bury
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To bury what you don't want the sun to see.
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What he won't know he won't believe
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Then he'll see a family
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In the dirt of the earth of the reasons
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for a young man to feel,
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There's a maze of arrangemets between trust
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And the desire to steal.
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And there's plenty of time to carry.
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He carries what they don't want the sun to see
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They just want their son to be man o' the year
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Oh, mother
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Father
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Man O' The Year
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