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the night that kenny died |
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He
was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by |
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He
kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie |
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And
he never washed his hair |
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You
wished he wasn't there |
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But
everybody cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |
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Everybody
cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |
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It
was so touching all the girls that would not touch him |
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He
drew their pictures in his books I used to watch him |
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And
then he'd pick his nose |
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And
wipe it on his clothes |
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But
everybody cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |
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Everybody
cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |
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Died
on a motorcycle |
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We
never understood |
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That
he was holdin' on tight |
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Through
the middle of the night |
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Starin'
at a [?] one Mercury hood |
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It
seemed so spooky that the nerd we all detested |
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Would
die so gloriously and so unexpected |
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A
wonderful guy God knows |
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They
kept the casket closed |
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And
everybody cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |
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Everybody
cried |
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The
night that Kenny died |