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How can a man feel anything |
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When all he ever got was sympathy? |
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Take both your hands and put them round my neck |
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You're a fool for wanting everything |
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It couldn't be much fun being a millionaire to one |
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Cause a million's just a million of one thing |
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Cutting to the chase, |
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I suppose there'll be a day |
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When all your tired hands will be put to shame |
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I've got a restless old woman standing by my side |
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She cannot wait for the finer things in life |
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She waited all this time so |
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I suppose she has the right |
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But I drank away all the things |
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I could provide |
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All of that aside |
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I never meant to make her cry |
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But crying is just the baby inside |
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The ones that mess around that tend to fuss and bring us down |
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Tugging at your lips to make you frown |
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So my grandson will be living with a chip on his shoulder |
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And God don't listen to his prayers anymore |
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I hope he understands when he's a little bit older |
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That I always wished the best for him |
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Sing a lullaby in the morning when |
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I riseSing it 'til |
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I'm far away from here |
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If this can be my chance to feel it once in my life |
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Then sing it brother, cause |
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I don't even care |