| People just ain’t no good
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| I think that’s well understood
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| You can see it everywhere you look
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| People just ain’t no good
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| We were married under cherry trees
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| Under blossom we made our vows
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| All the blossoms come sailing down
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| Through the streets and through the playgrounds
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| The sun would stream on the sheets
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| Awoken by the morning bird
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| We’d buy the Sunday newspapers
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| And never read a single word
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| Seasons came, seasons went
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| The winter stripped the blossoms bare
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| A different tree now lines the streets
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| Shaking its fists in the air
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| The winter slammed us like a fist
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| The windows rattling in the gales
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| To which she drew the curtains
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| Made out of her wedding veils
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good at all
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| To our love send a dozen white lilies
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| To our love send a coffin of wood
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| To our love let all the pink-eyed pigeons coo
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| That people they just ain’t no good
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| To our love send back all the letters
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| To our love a valentine of blood
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| To our love let all the jilted lovers cry
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| That people they just ain’t no good
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| It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
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| They can comfort you, some even try
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| They nurse you when you’re ill of health
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| They bury you when you go and die
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| It ain’t that in their hearts they’re bad
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| They’d stick by you if they could
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| But that’s just bullshit baby
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| People just ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good at all
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good
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| People they ain’t no good at all |