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I have this monkey on my back |
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L dare not even mention its name |
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But it clambered aboard sometime back |
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On the road to my El Alamain |
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My sweetheart she swore it was a poison |
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Turning my blood into brine |
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But I knew for a fact that behind my back |
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It was you on my track all the time |
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I caught this disease from the bottle and the bed |
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But to them I assign no blame |
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They were only performing their duty |
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It was I who fell into the flame |
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It was I who drank from the irrigation ditch |
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It was I who buckled up in pain |
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Now I dither & I ache & I drag my feet |
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Come hail sleet sunshine or rain |
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So come along here mister! |
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Put your tiny conscience to rest |
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It was I who ascended your sister |
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It was I who attended her breast |
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It was I who knelt before the graven image |
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It was I who did murder her ghost |
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But it hurt so much just to love her |
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(You hurt the ones you love the most) |
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Well now we are sitting at seperate tables |
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Somehow things just aren't quite the same! |
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But I wish you well and I wish you luck |
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And I drink to your health just the same |
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And I drink to the names of the ones who have died |
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To be washed away into the rain |
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But I'm damned if I do & I'm damned if I don't |
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Even mention Your Holy Name |
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If thine eye offends thee, pluck it out |
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If it bothers thee, throw it away |
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Rip it out quick and clean by the root |
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Don't crawl back to me the next day |
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For I have this monkey on my back |
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Its webbed fingers they cover my eyes |
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Heck it's scratching its track in the small of my back |
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And cutting me right down to size |