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And you were carrying |
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A lot of weight upon your shoulders |
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Shrugging it off like |
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It don't even matter |
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And I was caught holding the door |
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For an old bowlegged stranger |
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And he looked at me like |
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I ain't done him a favor |
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But ohAnd you were walking down |
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The street in your patent leather |
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And wearing it out 'cause |
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It looks better weathered |
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And you were caught holding the door |
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For an old bowlegged stranger |
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And he looked at you |
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Like he'd never been better |
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But ohDon't be angry, don't be sad, don't be blue |
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And why on earth should you do |
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What God wants you to do |
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When he's got more than a few |
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Manuals from which to choose? |
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And the sadness you have |
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Is the love that you feel |
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Trying to turn himself |
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Into something that's real |
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And you were carrying |
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A lot of weight upon your shoulders |
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And shrugging it off like |
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It don't even matter |
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And I was caught holding the door |
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For you in threatening weather |
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And you looked at me like |
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You'd never been better |
