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B. r. hornsby |
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You lie over there in a bed with iron rails |
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Like a frightened child in the cold light, so frail |
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Things were going so well,just rolling along |
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Now, just when you think you got it all made, |
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You think it's all gone |
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China doll, i've got something for you |
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A few good words, a hand to help you get through |
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May not be much, but now it's all that i can do |
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Lay down your weary head |
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Do whatever you gotta do |
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Put on your strong face when they're in the room |
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Can't show signs of weakness; an unspoken rule |
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Put on your strong face, act like nothing's wrong |
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We can be so helpless, helpless and so strong |
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China doll, i've got something for you |
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A few good words, a hand to help you get through |
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May not be much, but now it's all that i can do |
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To ease your worried mind |
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Do something to get through |
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We bend and break, so fragile, it's true |
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I say everything'll be alright but i don't have a clue |
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They say faith is a crutch, well whatever works for you |
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In a world where you never know |
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I'll be there for you, |
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I'll be there for you... |
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China doll, i've got something for you |
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A few good words, a hand to help you get through |
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May not be much, but now it's all that i can do |
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Lay down your weary head |
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Do whatever you gotta do |
