| She grew up fast in a southern town
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| A beautiful blond from a Baptist home
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| Now when I hear about her Mom’s got tears
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| How a child can be swept away with the years
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| But I’ve been swept away now, too
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| That’s why I sit here writing to you
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| I’m caught in addiction Jules together we are
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| Like lost battered ships sailing towards the same star
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| And I try to get out of it
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| But I’m lost in a tidal wave
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| If they ask I’ll say…
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| No, I will not go!
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| I will not fight!
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| I will not die and give you my life!
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| All that I am, I will not freely give!
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| Oh, Stop!
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| Yesterday I rode out to the lake
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| I had my smoke and I thought about
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| How much shit you’ve been through
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| Losing your beautiful Mom
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| I still remember your eyes
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| When we arrived at the parking lot
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| But enough of remembering and more about now. |
| No
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| And I try to escape it all
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| But I’m lost in a tidal wave
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| When they ask, I’ll say:
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| No, I will not go!
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| I will not fight!
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| I will not die and give you my life!
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| All that I am, I will not freely give!
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| No, I will not go!
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| I will not fight!
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| I will not die and give you my life!
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| All that I am, I will not freely give!
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| Oh. |
| Oh
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| I’m little, I know
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| But wherever I go
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| I give, I give
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| I give, I give
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| I’m little, I know
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| But wherever I go
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| I give, I give away
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| Singing, singing all the day
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| Give, oh give, oh give away
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| Singing, singing all the day
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| Give, oh give, oh give away
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| I’m little, I know
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| But wherever I go
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| I give, I give
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| I give, I give
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| I’m little, I know
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| But wherever I go
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| I give, I give away |