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If I'd only, had one arm to hold her |
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Better yet if |
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I had none at all |
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Then I wouldn't have two arms that ache for you |
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And there'd be one less memory to recall |
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If I'd only had one ear to listen |
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Oh, to the lies that she told to me |
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Then I would more closely resemble |
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The half a man that she made of me |
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And if I had born with but one eye |
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Then I don't leave, have one eye to cries |
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And if half my heart turned to ashes |
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Maybe half of my heartaches would die |
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If I'd only had one leg to stand on |
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Then a much truer picture she'd see |
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For then I more closely resemble |
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The half a man that she made of me |
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The half a man that she made of me |
