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You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love |
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You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of |
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But who are you to tell her who to love? |
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That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above |
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You better move on |
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Well, I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings |
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But I believe she's happy with me without those things |
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Still you beg me to set her free |
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But, my friend, that will never be |
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You better move on |
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I can't blame you for loving her |
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But can't you understand, man, she's my girl? |
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And I'm never going to let her go |
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Cause I love her so |
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I think you better go, now, I'm getting mighty mad |
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You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had |
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Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so |
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Never going to let her go |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
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You better move on |
