| Old James Dean Monroe
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| Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go
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| Hopes for money but all he gets is fear
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| And the wind blows up his coat
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| And this he scribbles on a perfume note
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| «If I’m not here, then you’re not here»
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| And he says, «Call me Miscreation
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| I’m a walking celebration»
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| It’s hard to make a stand (yeah)
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| And it’s hard to make a stand (oh)
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| Yeah, it’s hard to make a stand
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| My friend, o lordy
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| Went to take care of her own body
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| She got shot down in the road
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| She looked up before she went
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| Said, «This isn’t really what I meant»
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| And the daily news said, «Two with one stone»
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| And I said, «Hey there, Miscreation
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| Bring a flower, time is wasting»
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| It’s hard to make a stand
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| And it’s hard to make a stand
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| And it’s hard to make a stand
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| Oh, it’s hard to make a stand
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| Yes it is!
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| We got loud guitars and big suspicions
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| Great big guns and small ambitions
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| And we still argue over who is God
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| And I say, «Hey there, Miscreation
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| Bring a flower, time is wasting
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| I say, «Hey there, Miscreation
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| We all need a celebration»
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| It’s hard to make a stand (yeah)
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| And it’s hard to make a stand
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| Oh, it’s hard to make a stand (oh)
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| Yeah, it’s hard to make a stand
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| Oh, I think it’s hard to make a stand (okay) |