| Talking the talk with a big white man
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| Talking sharp, talking cool
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| Talking so smooth and so fast
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| A business trip faster than the speed of feelings
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| On a big man’s trip, I get the memo last
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| Talking the talk, I get the memo last
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| Memento mori, my girl long past
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| A mop of hair appears in my suitcase
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| My long gone sweetheart peeks out her cute face
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| Playful and young as she was in life
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| Playful and young as she was in '99
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| Talking the talk, I get the memo last
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| Memento mori, my girl long past
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| I thought I buried you
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| How did I carry you all these years?
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| I won’t break down, won’t let the big men see my tears
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| I buried you deep, deep down in the dirt of years
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| I won’t break down
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| Fellas, where were we?
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| Talking the talk so I don’t break down
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| Ten years for a tear to hit the ground
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| Ten years for a tear to hit the ground
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| I’m breaking down, I can’t talk right
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| How can you smile?
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| How can you hide from me like this?
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| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down
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| I’m breaking down
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| I buried you, I buried you
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| Ten years deep in dirt
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| We buried you
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| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down
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| I’m breaking down
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| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down
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| I’m breaking down
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| I can’t talk right
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| I buried you, I buried you
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| How can you smile?
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| How can you hide from me all these years?
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| Gutted to the core, I’m breaking down
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| I’m breaking down
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| How I missed you
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| I love you, I love you
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| How I missed you
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| We buried you, we buried you
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| I love you, I love you, I love you
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| Ten years deep in dirt
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| We buried you, we buried you
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| Ten years deep
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| I love you, I love you, I love you
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| My cries turn to those of 40 children
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| An unruly class that is my charge
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| They cry for a man
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| Not an aged crumbling boy
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| I hold my tongue and take my wooden club
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| On each little shoulder, a firm and silent prod
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| They come to order, one by one
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| The Mothers silently nod
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| Singing the song with the old black ladies
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| I’ve done my job, the elders nod
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| Beginning the ride with the wise black ladies
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| Where were we? |
| All praise be God… |