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By townes van zandt |
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Why does she sing |
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Her sad songs for me, |
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I'm not the one |
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To tenderly bring |
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Her soft sympathy |
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I've just begun |
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To see my way clear |
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And it's plain, |
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If i stop i will fall |
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I can lay down a tear |
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For her pain, |
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Just a tear and that's all. |
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What does she want me to do? |
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She says that she knows |
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That moments are rare |
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I suppose that it's true |
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Then on she goes |
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To say i don't care, |
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And she knows |
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That i do |
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Maybe she just has to sing, for the sake of the song |
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And who do i think that i am to decide that she's wrong. |
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She'd like to think that i'm cruel, |
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But she knows that's a lie |
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For i would be |
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No more than a tool |
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If i allowed her to cry |
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All over me. |
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Oh my sorrow is real |
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Even though |
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I can't change my plan |
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If she could see how i feel |
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Then i know |
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That she'd understand |
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Oh does she actually think i'm to blame? |
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Does she really believe |
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That some word of mine |
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Can relieve |
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All her pain? |
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Can't she see that she grieves |
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Just because she's been blindly deceived |
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By her shame? |
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Nothin's what it seems, |
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Maybe she'll start someday |
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To realize |
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If she abandons her dreams, |
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Then all the words she can say |
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Are only lies |
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When will she see |
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That to gain |
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Is only to lose? |
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All that she offers me |
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Are her chains, |
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I got to refuse |
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Oh but it's only to herself that she's lied |
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She likes to pretend |
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It's something that she must defend, |
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With her pride |
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And i don't intend |
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To stand her and be the friend |
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From whom she must hide |
