Sit with my mother and the dearly departed send a prayer down to the broken-hearted let ‘em know it all turns out just fine - Burn, Burn, Burn
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I wanna be a child climbin’ trees somewhere breathin’ in the fresh, outside air and before I knew this life was unkind - Burn, Burn, Burn
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I’ve seen cicadas sing a time or two I’ve seen a many of a Mississippi moon I’ve seen my share of azalea blooms - Azalea Blooms
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You are my story, I would rewrite so I could stop you leaving ‘cause this endings all wrong - Any Love
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The neighbors brother came home in a box but he wanted to go so maybe it’s his fault - American Teenager
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He tried to write down how he felt ‘bout the girl kept runnin’ out of paper - Shelter
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It’s coming on Christmas, they’re cutting down trees they’re putting up reindeer singing songs of joy and peace - River
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Don’t grow up on me, wear your Afro like your backbone - Slow Up
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I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white-veil occasion - Speak Now
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But you’re gonna get through it like you did the last ten times - Small Town Stars
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So you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong - State Of Grace
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Spend all the evenings you can with the people who raised you - Stoned At The Nail Salon
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My mamma’s in the house tonight tryna break free of New Jersey while the kids are on the street and they’re cryin; “let me live in my country” - Stop Making This Hurt
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I like you I don’t care - summertime
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She’s got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain I’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place where as a child, I’d hide and prey for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by - Sweet Child O’ Mine
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There he goes, so perfectly the kind of flawless I wish I could be - Teardrops On My Guitar
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Now I done grew up round some people living their life in bottles, Grandaddy had the golden flask - Swimming Pools (Drank)
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