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4th of July
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Today's the fourth of July
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another June has gone by
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and when they light up our town I just think
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what a waste of gunpowder and sky
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I'm certain that I am alone
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in harbouring thoughts of our home
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it's one of my faults that I can't quell my past
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I ought to have gotten it gone
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Oh, baby, I wonder -
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if when you are older -
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someday-
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you'll wake up
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and say, 'My God, I should have told her -
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what would it take?
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But now here I am and the world's gotten colder
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and she's got the river down which I sold her.'
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So that's today's memory lane
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with all the pathos and pain
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another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless
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and they're always the same
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a verse, then a verse, and refrain
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Oh, baby, I wonder -
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if when you are older -
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someday-
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you'll wake up
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and say, 'My God, I should have told her -
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what would it take?
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But now here I am and the world's gotten colder
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and she's got the river down which I sold her.
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4th of July
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| Aimee Mann |
