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Holler

If it were not for a song Midnight train to Georgia Little child runnin' wild Fellows mellow hanging Holler holler! Ketchup sandwiches Home alone Aah Dem days Mommy's home! Pity pat chit chat Who's the leader? Trouble maker all this trouble who's to Save ya right tonight Ya goin' home. Dodge ball in the hall Somebody hit ya hit 'em harder. No more father. Rip that change Nothing was ever the Same again. Time passes and he's Farther away. Holler! Movin' stride Against the tide. Holler. HOLLER! For all the good times And good byes Little child runnin' wild. Way back there brothers And sisters cousins Up stairs and down stairs And NEW YEARS EVE party years Loudness never quiet Hallway mallee last tag 1 2 3 get off my father's Apple tree! Time passes. A cake walk. You ain't my mother! You ain't my father! Don't tell me what to do! Little child. You GOT YA SELF.

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