| George Washington and
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| All his slaves, they were
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| Hangin' outside, down by
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| Tom Sawyer’s cave, when
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| Henry exclaimed, «George, sometimes
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| You can be kind of a dick!»
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| And George put down his pipe
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| And he picked up his whip, he said:
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| «Fine, fine, fine
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| It’s fine, you’ve got me this time
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| I am yours, but
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| You’ll always be mine
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| Together, 'til the end of time.»
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| I was born rich
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| Three-quarters Protestant
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| Connections at Harvard, and a
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| Wonderful work ethic, but
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| When you walk on by
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| On the cobblestones
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| With your high-heeled shoes
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| And your face in your phone
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| And your glass of wine
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| And your beautiful friends
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| I just hope and pray
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| That the world will end
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| Oh, if God was a douchebag
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| On the thirty-third floor
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| Smokin' fake cigarettes
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| In a bathroom with a transparent door
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| Could I fall on my knees?
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| Could I say «Hallelu-»?
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| Would he smile at me?
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| Could I turn to him and say:
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| «Fine, fine, fine
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| It’s fine, you’ve got me this time
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| I am yours, but
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| You’ll always be mine
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| Together, 'til the end of time.»
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| George Washington and
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| All his friends, they were
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| Dyin' in the snow, they were
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| Prayin' for the end
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| When George, he turned to camera three
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| He was lookin' right at me
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| Said, «We're not dyin' for your love, son
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| We’re dyin' to be free
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| And I know that freedom falters
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| When it’s built with human hands
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| But here’s the sword my friends have given me
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| And I’ve got no other plans.»
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| I said, «George, I am sorry
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| I have treated you
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| Unlike my mother taught me
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| And in this distance
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| Where I live like a pharaoh, I can
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| Claim that my life is on
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| The straight and narrow
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| But I am grateful
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| That my great-great-great-great-grandfather
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| Fought in the fields
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| And escaped from the slaughter
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| And I am grateful
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| That my great-great-great-grandmother
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| Worked her own fields
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| And left them
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| To her daughters
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| And when my grandfather
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| Went out in the clubs, he was
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| Greeted with kindness, he was
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| Greeted with love, with his
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| Beautiful family, he could go
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| Wherever he pleased, find a
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| Pillow for his head, wipe the
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| Dust off his feet. |
| If you
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| Write it all down, and you read real careful
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| I can tell that my life’s more
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| Zantzinger that Carroll
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| When I was born
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| I was wrapped in a sheet, I was
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| Laid in a crib, and the
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| First time that I went to sleep, from the
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| Walls of the room, in that hospital so white, came the
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| Ghosts of my family, they were
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| Great forms of light
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| And some of them are bloody
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| And some of them are clean, and they
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| Lay their hands on my head, and they
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| Started to sing, they sang:
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| «Fine, fine, fine
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| It’s fine, you’ve got me this time
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| I am yours, but
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| You’ll always be mine
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| Together, 'til the end of time.» |