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Capaldi |
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He tries so hard to get himself together. |
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But he's so weak he couldn't lift a feather. |
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And it looks as though it's gonna be bad weather, |
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When he comes down from the clouds. |
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His mother says, I wish he'd should stop his drinking. |
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He's like a ship that's on the verge of sinking. |
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But she don't see his pupils as they're shrinking, |
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When he's away in the clouds. |
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He's just a boy with a problem he caun't conceal. |
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He thinks he's controlling his habit, |
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But soon from this earth |
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He will leave |
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He used to be a very happy fellow, |
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And everything he did was very mellow. |
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But now his skin is slowly turning yellow, |
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Looking just like a bad dream. |
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He used to play a melody so pretty. |
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On a silver stick a long way from the city. |
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But now my heart is so filled up with pity. |
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What can we do with him now. |
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He's just a boy with a problem he caun't conceal. |
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He thinks he's controlling his habit. |
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But soon from this earth |
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He will leave |
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I'm gonna write a song and send it to him. |
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And maybe he will see just what I'm feelin'. |
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I've still got love and hope and my affection, |
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To keep him from fading away. |
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The earth is pure, its veins are rivers of water. |
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And man should be as a father to a daughter. |
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But he does what he likes, because he thinks he's bought her. |
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Laughing while he injects her with his filth. |
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He's just a boy with a problem, lost out in space |
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We're turning him into a junkie, look at his face, |
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What a disgrace! |
