Don't let there be
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Something sour in my coffee.
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There's fourteen year olds
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Screaming get out of my country.
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I won't let him rise just to say goodbye.
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Hourly, daily.
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The August cold
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brings something bad in its sock drawer.
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There's too much hate
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covering up those once white walls.
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I don't want my boy thinking I'm only to avoid.
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Tread safe hourly, daily.
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He's the splitting image and the oldest of two.
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Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
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Make a morning pledge
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To the heart of the city quiet.
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Pray the daybreak sun
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Can fill up the halls of a sleepless night.
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Bring one good face into this house today.
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Hourly, daily.
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He's the splitting image and the oldest of two.
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Now what kind of mess have you gone and gotten yourself into?
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Hourly, Daily
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You Am I |