It Doesnt Mean A Thing

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I never knew my mother
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I can't say it was so bad
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She was still a girl of seventeen
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The night she met my dad
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He was just six months out of Chino
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Tryin' his hardest to stay clean
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And they'd sing and they'd sing 
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and they'd sing
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Like doves sleepin' with broken 
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wings
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In a bed fit   for a king
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It didn't mean a thing


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It was a shotgun-forced wedding
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And they forgot to bring the guns
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They were too busy countin' promises
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To the children not yet born
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No one could afford the ride
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They just hitched up the one oh one
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And they'd sing and they'd sing 
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and they'd sing
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Like doves dancin' with broken wings
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With a view fit   for a king
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It didn't mean a thing


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It was a lonliness they would 
confess
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Like the world had gone bad, I guess
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So they'd hold hands lookin' to the
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 eyes of God
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They'd say, "Tell me, why'd you hide
 from us?
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Why'd you fill the world with 
wickedness?
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Why'd you spare us from your grace 
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but not the rod?"
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Now my dad says, "Fuck the details,
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Just keep your head down hide.
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You gotta find yourself alone
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before you'll find the eyes of God"
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You may be broke and scared
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And mad as hell at the flesh of 
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your heart's strings
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But you were born to be a  peasant
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 not a king
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So just stop actin' like you're 
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runnin' from something
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You're gonna leave the way you 
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came without a thing
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With your heart tied to your mind
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 tied to a string
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You just sing and you sing and you 
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sing
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It doesn't mean a thing