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Love you boy, till i fall |
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The child in me again, he plays the fool |
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Cry for joy, amen |
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For after all, it's only life |
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And the way you stir your coffee, like an angel in the morning |
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Still you dare to change your mind |
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You'll be sorry when it's over |
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When you've had your taste of freedom |
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Don't come crying on my shoulder |
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Save your tears, don't mean much |
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Is the guilty party me? i don't think so |
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And it, it's no bed of roses lying here |
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Tossing and turning |
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Still you dare to change your mind |
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You'll be sorry when it's over |
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When you've had your taste of freedom |
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Don't come crying on my shoulder |
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And these, these years of love and giving surely |
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Must be something to you |