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      1. Aname

        Dagnabbit! Forgot some lyrics again.

        Sweet home, Alabama
        Where the skies are so blue
        Sweet home, Alabama (oh my baby)
        Lord, I’m comin’ home to you (here I come, Alabama)

        Alternatively, for the temporally disadvantaged,

        You don’t have to know how to read or write
        When you’re out with a feller in the pale moonlight
        You don’t have to look in a book to find
        What he thinks of the moon and what is on his mind
        That comes natur’lly
        (That comes natur’lly)


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