No, your mom don’t get it
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And your dad don’t get it
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Uncle John don’t get it
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And you can’t tell grandma 'cause her heart can’t take it
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And she might not make it
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They say, «don't dare, don’t you even go there. |
Cutting off your long hair.
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You do as you’re told.»
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Tell you, «wake up, go put on your makeup. |
This is just a phase you’re gonna
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outgrow.»
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There’s something wrong in the village
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In the village, oh
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They stare in the village
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In the village, oh
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There’s nothing wrong with you
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It’s true, it’s true
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There’s something wrong with the village
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With the village
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There’s something wrong with the village
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Feel the rumors follow you from Monday all the way to Friday dinner
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You got one day of shelter, then it’s Sunday hell to pay, you young lost sinner
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Well I’ve been there, sitting in that same chair
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Whispering that same prayer half a million times
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It’s a lie though
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Buried in disciples
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One page of the Bible isn’t worth a life
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There’s something wrong in the village
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In the village, oh
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They stare in the village
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In the village, oh
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There’s nothing wrong with you
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It’s true, it’s true
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There’s something wrong with the village
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With the village
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Something wrong with the village
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There’s something wrong in the village
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In the village, oh
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They stare in the village
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In the village, oh
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There’s nothing wrong with you
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It’s true, it’s true
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There’s something wrong with the village
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With the village
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Something wrong with the village |