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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith |
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith |
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He's been looking now |
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For a long time |
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It seems the more he looks |
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The less he wants to see |
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He turned to the west |
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For a long time |
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He turned to the east |
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Then he turned to the west again |
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CHORUS |
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If there's a heaven above |
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In the meantime |
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If there's a heaven above |
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Let it be near |
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If there's a heaven above |
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In the meantime |
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Then let it be near |
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Let it be near to me |
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We've been talking now |
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For a long time |
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It seems the more we speak |
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The less we seem to say |
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If there's a hell below |
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In the meantime |
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Then let us shut up |
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Unless we want to pray |
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He saw everything a little too clearly |
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So close that the bones would show |
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And to see everything so clearly |
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Isn't always the best thing, you know |
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CHORUS |
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith |
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Throw the world off your shoulders tonight, Mr. Smith |
