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Well i drink and i cry |
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Clench your fists, grit my teeth |
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Lotta smoke, wipe my eye |
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Why'd ya have to go and die? |
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And everything seems like nothing |
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Up against what your { ?} |
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'cuz pain was pain |
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But pain was never {?} that (?) |
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Well here i am and here i go... |
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You sleep, so sound, no sign of struggle around |
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But this is not sleepin' i didn't hear your fists pound |
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No, i didn't hear your fists pound |
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Don't you roll my baby away |
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'cuz there's a couple more things i wanted to say |
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Don't you roll my baby away |
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There's a couple more things i wanted to say |
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Don't you roll my baby, my baby away |
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Wake up! |
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Wake up! |
