Тональность: A minor
Intro 1
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Gm
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Verse 1
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the 6th grade camp,
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he was born a little strange
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And every time we played Smeal or Queer,
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he'd beat my soul in a pillowcase
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And he'd cry out for us to stop him
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The dead but not the other guys
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And by the end of the week
He locked himself in the bathroom
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And cried and cried
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His mom came to pick him up
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And she chastised him
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for not making it through
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She said, Mike, if you can't make it here
You won't make it anywhere
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What's a mother to do?
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Sometimes you look at what you've got
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It ain't what you want
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Sometimes it feels like we buried a car
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We buried a car
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I got called out to clean up
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A big house in the middle of nowhere,
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swaddled in greens, surrounded by earth
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The daughter came out to the porch
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and she signed my paperwork
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Her hands were shaking
so damn bad
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she could barely even write one word
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She said her dad was losing land
to the neighbor man,
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he thought it was all he had
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She said I guess we want a good
enough reason to live,
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he's in the room to the back
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Sometimes you look at what you got,
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it ain't what you want
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Sometimes it feels like we buried a car,
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we buried a car
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Hank Steyer was never around
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and his mom was working most days
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He spent a lot of time with his grandma,
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she was pretty much his slave
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He'd say, drive me to Mickey D's,
I want a happy meal
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She'd drive without complain
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And when the drive -thru
gave him the wrong toy
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She would argue and get it changed
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Oh, it was the death of me,
he wanted everything
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It was hard for me to see
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But what his grandma did
for the love of that kid
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Has always stayed with me
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Sometimes you look
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at what you've got
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That ain't what you want
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Sometimes it feels like we buried a car
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We buried a car
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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
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Oh, oh,
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Oh, self with her parents
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and drive until the night.
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Turn up the deal and light a cigarette.
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That woman is a violent crime.
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Headlights on back roads,
dream of my future.
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What's wrong with a better life?
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Famous and married and twenty -five
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I said night after horrible night
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I'm too young to become a father
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I hope a period arrives
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Ashen smoke's out of the window
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Drive, motherfucker, drive
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Sometimes you look at what you've
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got
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Sometimes it feels like we buried a car
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We buried a car
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Sometimes you look at what you got
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And it ain't what you want
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Sometimes it feels like we buried a cop
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We buried a cop
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