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He met her on the road |
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With a heavy, heavy load |
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She said "Oh my lord, you're beautiful" |
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Now it's hard to do the pushin' |
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When you're a needle, and she's a cushion |
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You know, there ain't gonna be too much mushin' that way. |
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He said, she's just one more sheep |
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In a whole big white heap |
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All they are is cotton for him to sleep on. |
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Why do we have to die? |
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Give me just more time, |
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I'm gonna make it all right. |
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All he had left in him was his pain |
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She was a sweet field of sugar cane |
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He was a walking hurricane |
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Use your imagination. |
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He scratches his nails in the dirt |
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Still he couldn't undo all the hurt |
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It clang like sweat, onto his shirt |
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You know how it does. |
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You can't teach a new dog old tricks |
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You can break but you cannot fix |
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You cannot, cause it, it really sticks to you. |
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Why do we have to die? |
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Give me just more time, |
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I'm gonna make it all right. |
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(We're gonna take it up one notch) |
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Little more time, a little more time |
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Little more time, a little more time |
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Little more time, a little more time |
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A Little more time, a little more time |
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All I need is time to get home to you (X4) |
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Time |
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To get home to you (X4) |
